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He looked at them, the three of them, for a moment, trying to appear thoughtful. "You're all fired." He stood, ignoring the shock and anger in their eyes, and walked out of the office, moving neither slowly nor quickly... as though it were just another day, and he'd told them that he was going upstairs to sleep. He ignored their shouted words, continuing towards the stairs, until a small, warm hand took hold of his arm. "Leave!" he snarled, wearing the face of his demon, "Leave *now*!" His golden eyes swept past the girl who was his Seer, focusing on the other two. "*All* of you. You're not welcome here." He shook off the hand on his arm and proceeded up the stairs, acting for all the world as if he were already alone.

He entered his room in the big, drafty hotel, shutting and locking the door behind him before finally sitting on the edge of his bed and kicking off his shoes, his head in his hands. He hated the things he was having to do, but they were necessary. He'd been over and over everything with a fine-toothed comb, and there was no other way... No, if he was going to succeed in bringing Wolfram & Hart down forever, he was going to have to make them believe that he was slowly losing it... his *soul*... that he was giving in to the darkness within him, moment by moment. They wanted him *dark*, not dead... and he was taking advantage of that fact, even though it had meant leaving that room full of people (evil people, but people none the less) to the not-so-tender mercies of Darla and Druscilla. And though he tried to ignore it, there was a part of him that envied the two vampires... a part that remembered fondly what it had been like to have them... humans... at his mercy, begging for life... and finally, begging for death.

Oh, yes, he remembered it well! The smell of them when they first realized that for all the dangers of the mortal world, *he* was something much worse... something they'd thought of as only a story, meant to scare children... the sound of their hearts racing a mile a minute in fear, and then pain, and then, finally... despair... the taste of the thick, rich blood, flavoured differently for each of them by the lives they had led... the feel of their struggles slowly dying out... and finally, almost every time, the acceptance. Oh, yes, he remembered... he had been a God in those days.

He slowly straightened, wiping the tears from his face, and was surprised to find that he wasn't sure of exactly why he'd been crying... He didn't know, right then, whether it was for what he'd had to do that night... or for what he'd lost in his quest for redemption. Sighing softly, he reached a trembling hand for the phone and dialed the number he'd memorized almost a year earlier, when he'd realized that he needed help, and had called on the smartest person he knew. He waited, almost impatiently, for the line to be answered on the other end. Finally, "Willow... it's done." He couldn't keep the anguish from his voice as he said those words to the redhead beck in Sunnydale. She was the sweetest, kindest soul he'd ever known, and even though it had been her idea to let something like what he'd just allowed... happen... he knew that it would be tearing her up inside, even more than it was him... of course, it would have to be, since, oddly enough, he wasn't even half as upset as he'd thought he'd be. He listened to her sob before she took hold of herself, and when she asked, he told her exactly what he'd done... or more accurately, had *not* done.

He sighed in relief when she finally told him that he'd done the right thing... that it had been the best way to get Wesley, Cordelia, and Gunn out of harm's way, *and* that it would show the law firm that his soul was slowly losing the fight with his demon. She reminded him of everything he'd *already* done, up to and including taking that lawyer's hand, and told him to stay strong... that the things he was doing were necessary... imperative, if they were going to bring that bloody evil law firm down for good.

Finally, after quite a while, they said their goodbyes, and he hung up the phone, feeling a good bit better. Yes, he had let his crazed childe, and his former Sire, who was now his... grand childe?... whatever... He'd let them feast on a room full of humans, but as Willow had said, they weren't really human anymore... they had sold their souls to the darkness in return for money, or respect, or maybe just a place in the world... She was right when she'd said that they deserved to die... he was doing the world a favour, really...

He stood, slowly removing his shirt and pants, before crawling tiredly into bed, wearing only his socks. He pulled the covers up over his chest and switched off the light, thinking about the redheaded witch who was helping him more than she knew... he thought about her every night. She was smart, and *good*... the best person he'd ever met, in all his years on the earth, and he would follow her plan to the letter... even more so now that he realized... he'd loved the little witch for months.

He smiled into the darkness. He would earn his redemption, *and* his reward, and then... well, then he would pursue his Willow, for as long as it took... he would chase her as hard as he had to... until *she* caught *him*! His eyelids fluttered shut, as visions of him... and her... and their children, playing in the sun, danced through his head... he deliberately chose to ignore the waves of amusement flowing from the corner of his being where he kept the demon caged as he slipped down into sleep.

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Willow hung up the phone, and looked questioningly at her companion. "So? How'd I do?"

"I don't know what's gotten into you, pet, but that was just... bloody *brilliant*!" Spike shook his head in admiration, the last year having given him a brand new respect for the girl. "You actually have him believing that it's OK to let 'bad' humans die!" He chuckled, fascinated by the darkness in the formerly sweet and innocent girl. "You're a jewel, pet... a bright, shining *diamond* of a girl!"

Willow giggled softly, pulling the blond vamp into a hard hug. "You know *exactly* what's gotten into me, Spike! It was that spell I did with Tara last year!" She giggled again, pulling away from his grasping hands. "Who'd have thought that a human could live without a soul?" she said happily. "I mean, I, for one, always thought that souls were what kept us *alive*, but... we did the spell, she went *poof*, and now it's just little old soul-less me... Oh, soul-less mee-o..." she warbled, slightly off key, "Oh, soul-less meeee..."

Spike laughed at her antics, and pulled her against him once again. "Y'know, I *like* you like this, Red... what say you and I go and..." He thrust himself against her, letting her feel his hardness through his jeans... *and* her skirt.

The redhead smirked, rubbing herself against him for a moment before pulling away. "Now, Spike..." she crooned, "You *know* I'm holding out for your Sire... and at the rate I'm corrupting Angel, *he* should be back in less than a month! Besides, don't you have a skanky little *bitch* to shag?" She grinned when he rolled his eyes. "How's that going, by the way?"

The blond sighed, leaning against the wall. "Oh, dear *Buffy*..." His lips twisted into a malicious grin. "In one night, I've taught her to do things, without batting an eye, that I'd hesitate to ask of a two dollar whore... and she *let* me! Of course, it's all because Captain Cardboard left, but *still*... She's probably thinking that she lost Angel for good because she wouldn't let him... well, never mind..." The malice slipped away as the smile became a bit more pronounced. "I'd be more than happy to teach you the same, Red... but then again, compared to Angelus, I'm an amateur." He pushed off from the wall, his eyes raking over her small form. "And *he's* gonna make you *scream*, pet..." he sighed wistfully, "I just hope I'm there to hear it..." He kissed her softly on the cheek, and headed for the door. "And yeah, you're right, I *do* have a bitchy little blonde bint to shag..."

Willow stood by, holding the door for him. "Well, happy fucking!" she cried perkily after his retreating back. She smiled to herself as she barely caught his reply, and shut the door. "Me, too, indeed, blondie..." she said to herself. "You hope you're there to hear Angelus make me scream? Ha!... *I* hope you're there to *watch* it!" She giggled at the image in her head of Spike, chained to a chair, watching as Angelus pounded into her every orifice repeatedly... the poor blond bastard didn't know the *meaning* of the word 'torment'... but he'd learn... Her lips twisted into a completely evil smile as she climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom. She stripped herself of her skirt and tank top, crawling naked under the covers. Oh, yes... he'd *learn*...

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He woke slowly, feeling as though he'd lost something in the transition from sleep to wakeful-ness, and once his eyes were fully open, he realized that he *had*... the dream was over. None of it had actually happened... he hadn't earned his redemption, he wasn't human, and most importantly, he didn't have the right to call the redhead *his*... He shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. It had all been a dream... His eyes closed in sorrow. It had felt so *real*... He stayed there, sitting up in his bed as he reminded himself of the reality. He was still a vampire... he was still working towards whatever goal the Powers dictated... and he was still in love with Willow. He sighed slightly, hearing the sounds of movement on the floor below him. He finally stood, gathering his clothes and re-donning them before heading towards the door to his room. He hoped that whichever one of his former employees was downstairs, was only there to retrieve whatever belongings they'd left behind the night before.

His footsteps on the stairs seemed unnaturally loud to him, and so he was surprised when his Seer didn't hear them. Of course, she was busy answering the phone, but still... He waited for her to hang up before he almost apologized... but then Willow's words echoed in his head. She was right... if he let the girl stay around, she'd become a target as well... He tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that was telling him that Cordelia would *always* be a target... always *had* been, and finally stepped forward. "What are you doing?" he said dangerously, "I thought I *fired* you!

The brunette laughed. "Oh, Angel," she said condescendingly, "I know you didn't really *mean* that!"

He grinned, as coldly as he could, and dragged her from her chair. "You'd best *believe* I meant it, bitch! But since you're *here*, why don't you clean out your desk?" He smirked. "And while you're at it, do Wesley's, too..." He grinned, completely unaware that the darkness had taken him exactly where he didn't want to be. "After all, you've been *fucking* him, haven't you?" He watched, unmoved, as the girl's eyes glittered brightly with unshed tears. "Didn't think I knew about that, did you?" he sneered, "The two of you thought that you were being oh so secretive. Well, guess what? I *did* know! I knew from the very beginning; I just never said anything." He stalked closer to the girl, his eyes lighting up happily when he caught the scent of fear rolling from her body in waves. "Why would I? I mean, the fired watcher and the failed actress... seems like a match made in *heaven* to me!"

The girl backed slowly away from her now former boss. There was something in his eyes, his attitude, his voice... She suddenly didn't trust him, and made a dash for the door, almost passing out from relief when she was finally standing out in the bright sunshine. "I don't know what your problem is, Angel," she said quietly, turning and staring at the spot where she *knew* he was standing, just inside the doors, "But know this. The minute... and I mean the *minute*!... I find out that people are 'disappearing' around you, I'll be back. And I'll stake you myself... Angelus."

The vampire laughed, honestly amused. "Yeah, sure, 'May Queen'..." he called out to her from the safety of the shadows, "But I'm not Angelus. Angelus would never have let you out of this building alive, and you know it!" He smirked to himself when she nodded involuntarily. "You may not know what my 'problem' is, Seer, but I know what *yours* is... and without getting too personal, I'm pretty sure that it starts and finishes in that tiny little lump of grey matter that you insist on calling your brain." He smiled more broadly at the fresh pain he saw in her eyes then. "Now go away. Go... run to your inept, inbred little boy toy. *I'll* pack up your things. Tell Wussy he can pick them up here tomorrow morning. And, oh!" he added as an afterthought, "I'm having the locks changed, so don't even bother trying your key again." He turned away, barely resisting the impulse to turn around and tell her what was really going on... but Willow was right when she said no one could know... his friends had to believe his act, too, or they might give him away by accident. Besides, he'd kind of... *enjoyed* it. Yes, he sighed to himself, Willow was right... Willow was *always* right. He changed direction suddenly and headed for his office. He had to tell the redhead what had just happened... maybe she'd have some idea of what he should do next.

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Willow giggled to herself as she hung up the phone. Things were going just perfectly! The giggles became full-blown laughs as she remembered the conversation she'd just had with Angel, and she fell back on the bed, completely unable to hold herself upright any longer. She wished that she'd been there to see Cordelia's face! Finally, after a good ten minutes, her laughter died down, and she looked at the clock... if she didn't hurry, she'd be late for the Scooby meeting. She sighed, reaching into her closet and pulling out some suitably dumpy, and *fuzzy* clothes. She pulled them on quickly and ran down the stairs, stopping for a moment to speak the words. She waited impatiently as the air before her swirled a bit before finally coalescing into the shape of her poor dead friend Tara. "Come on." she said flatly, taking the temporary creation's hand, "We have a meeting to go to."

"Yes, Willow..." came the lack-luster voice, sounding just like that of her late girlfriend.

"And remember!" the redhead said sharply, "You're shy, so... *stutter*! And stop looking everyone in the eye, especially Anya! She's the only one who might recognize you for what you are, and I'm not ready for anyone to know yet!" She smirked, pulling harder on the 'girl's' arm. "Except for Spike, of course..." She laughed again for a minute, thinking what his reaction to this latest development might be.

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Spike watched, amazed as always, as the shape of the redhead's 'girlfriend' disolved into the air. It wasn't surprising to him anymore that the bloody stupid group of Slayer's pets believed that the minor imp was really the blonde witch... He shuddered, the memory of the night's 'meeting' making his flesh crawl.

It had almost been hell on earth, what with Slutty constantly trying to get closer to him, even though they'd agreed to keep their little... relationship... a secret. She'd actually grabbed his ass one time when she'd come out of the kitchen, and the only thing that had stopped him from jumping away from her was the fact that she wasn't actually that bad of a fuck... or at least, she wasn't *now*. He grinned to himself, remembering the things they'd done the night before. The trashy little blonde wanted to be *wanted*, so badly... she was willing to literally do *anything* with him... or *for* him. He was suddenly pulled back from his thoughts by a small, warm hand rubbing against him through his now uncomfortably tight jeans. "What are you... pet..." he groaned, leaning back against the front door and meeting her eyes with his.

Willow smirked, turning away from him with a laugh for his warning growl. "Well, now that I have your *attention*..." she said wickedly, sitting on the couch and pulling her feet up under her, "Maybe you'd like to hear about the call I got from Angel earlier."

Spike sighed, wanting nothing more than to throw the little witch down on the floor and fuck her until she passed out... then fuck her some more, until she woke up again. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that, if for no other reason than the fact that she belonged to his Sire. Not the poofy, whiney bastard Angel, but Angelus! He knew that his Sire had always planned on taking the little redhead for his own, and if... no, *when* the girl succeeded in bringing him back, Angelus wouldn't hesitate to kill him in a hot minute if he thought that Spike had had the girl before *him*. Of course, Angelus *had* always been willing to *share*, so... The blond vampire grinned inwardly as he sat down beside the girl, and listened to her re-counting of the conversation. "No!" he finally interrupted her, "You didn't!"

The redhead smirked wickedly. "Yep! I asked if he hadn't always *wanted* to tell Cordelia off, and how it had felt to finally be able to do it, and he said it felt... *good*." She smiled, licking her lips to moisten them. "Actually, he said it felt "Fucking amazing', but I'm just a sweet and innocent girl... I don't *use* words like that!"

Spike laughed loudly. He loved this new Willow! "Fucking amazing... *Angel* said *fucking* *amazing*!"

Willow giggled in time with Spike's chuckles. "And you should have heard him when he realized what he'd just said, and who he'd said it to! I swear, I thought he was going to sprain something, he was apologizing so fast! Of course," she said, her eyes fixed firmly on Spike's, "I told him that he needed to fight that apologizing impulse... that that law firm isn't going to believe he's gone bad if he runs around saying 'shoot' and 'fudge'..."

The blond stared for a moment at the obviously self-satisfied witch. "One thing I don't get, luv... Why are you even happier about *this* than you were when he let those people die? I mean, cursing at Cordelia is hardly an earth-shattering event... or is it?" he said slyly, loving the calculating look in her eyes.

Willow sighed. "I'm happy because it was *Cordelia*! His *friend*! Leaving those people to Darla and Dru, well... that was *easy*, he just had to walk away. But hurting his friend, on purpose, by actively telling her what some part of him actually thinks of her... that had to be hard for him. But he did it, Spike!" She grinned. "He did it for *me*... because I *told* him to!"

"And that means... what, exactly? You now have someone to insult people on command?"

"No, Spike! It means that I can make him go against his soul's instincts! And *that* means..."

The blond nodded, finally understanding. "That means that my Sire... my *real* Sire... is much closer to the surface than anyone ever thought..." he mused, "And if Angel is willing to ignore his soul, in order to do your bidding..."

The little witch smiled happily, nodding once. "That's right, Spike... Goodbye, Angel, and Hello, Angelus!" She shivered slightly in anticipation. She'd been waiting for almost a year now... she'd have him soon.

"Yeah, well," Spike said, standing up, "Speaking of goodbyes..." He crossed the living room, heading towards the door. Stopping by the hall table, he picked up a large, thick, dull stake. "Y'mind if I borrow this, pet?" he asked, waving the piece of wood in the air. He grinned as she nodded, curiousity in her eyes. "Tonight," he said, opening the front door and stepping out onto the dark porch, "I'm going to introduce Slutty to the world of double-penetration..." He headed off down the street, her lilting laughter following him. "I wouldn't laugh too hard, pet," he murmured to himself as he headed for his crypt, and the Slayer he knew was waiting there, "After all, it's an introduction you'll be receiving, yourself... once my Sire's back, anyway..." He smirked a bit wickedly then. "And with any luck, there'll be a *Spike* involved... not a *stake*..."

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He woke slowly, not even trying to open his eyes. His head was throbbing and pounding, the way it had that one time, almost a hundred and ten years earlier, when he'd let Spike talk him into feeding on a drunken woman in an opium den. He groaned, trying to raise a hand to his head, and was surprised when he couldn't.

His eyes cracked slowly open, and he was relieved to see that whatever else he'd done the night before, he'd at least had the good sense to opt for candle light instead of electric. His mind slowly swimming back towards rational thought, he gingerly turned his head, finally noticing that he was not only in an unfamiliar bed in an unknown room, but that he was also chained to that same bed... He took a deep breath, filtering the scents around him through his nose... he wasn't alone. "Darla..." he breathed out, "And Dru..." He cringed slightly at the delighted laughter he heard in response, and closed his eyes again, hoping it was just a dream.

"Yes, dear boy..." the blonde purred, approaching the bed and leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Darla, indeed..." She laughed again at the almost angry growl coming from behind her. "And Druscilla, of course..." She flicked her tongue against his earlobe, smiling in satisfaction when he tried to shift away from her. "I knew it," she murmured softly to him, "I knew you weren't as bad as you've been playing at being... The senior partners here seem to think that you've gone and lost that pesky soul of yours, but..." She giggled slightly, laying down beside him and moulding herself against his side, "I *know* better! We were together for over a hundred and fifty years, after all... I'd *know* it if my dearest, brightest boy had come back to us..."

"But, Grandmother..." came Druscilla's sing-song voice, "He *is* coming back... the stars speak of it... they weep for his absense, and rejoice that Daddy will soon be home to stay..."

The small blonde stood quickly, pulling the insane brunette to the other side of the room. "What did you see, Dru? How will it happen?" she hissed intently, her face shifting as the girl pressed a cool, long finger to her lips.

"Shhhh..." Druscilla said slyly, "Mustn't tell here, where the dead have ears, and hear..."

Darla sighed heavily. "Fine, Dru," she said, leading the girl to the large steel door of the room, "But this had better be good!" She opened the door, pushing Druscilla through before her. "Don't worry, lover," she said over her shoulder, her human features re-emerging, "I'll be back..."

He shuddered slightly in his chains, hoping that when she *did* come back, he'd have the strength to resist her. He was glad that it was Darla, and not Willow... there wasn't a chance, in hell or out of it, that he'd be able to resist the redhead he loved... Of course, his Willow was so very *good*... she'd never have been involved in anything like *this*...

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"All right, Dru, honey... what did you see?" Darla demanded softly, pressing the much younger vampire against the cold cement wall. "How are we going to get my boy *back*?"

Druscilla giggled, grinding her ass against the cement behind her. "Mmmm, mmmm, there is a little red tree... and she is *not* what she seems... she has been waiting... lusting... *aching* for Daddy... and that one," she sighed, gesturing in the vague direction of their captive, "The not-Daddy has been aching in return..." She suddenly grabbed the blonde's head between her hands, forcing the older vampire's eyes to meet hers. "She will make him right again, never fear... and she will be the playmate he's longed for always... We are not to be with him, Grandmum..." She released her new childe, and slid down the wall, weeping piteously. "We are to be his... *family*... but *she* will make the earth weep tears of blood with him... *she* will be his little dog... barking, and yapping... and*biting* great big bites, and he will be hers... No more spankings for us!" she wailed, before suddenly stopping, a look of pure bliss on her face. "And she will bring my Spike back to me! Oh, Grandmother! *Spike* shall be *ours*!"

Darla rolled her eyes at the excitement in the younger vampire's face. "I thought you said Spike had a thing for the Slayer... that you could 'smell her stench' all over his heart..."

The insane brunette giggled softly, shaking her head. "He thought he felt, but now he... *doesn't*! He's found out what she *is*, you see... and he waits... He waits to break her heart into a thousand shiny, glossy bits that will sing songs of pain and loss throughout the universe forever! Let's bring him home, Grandmother... please, let's bring my Spike home... you'll like him now, I promise! And besides," she said, grinning slyly, "He is the one who will bring us the red tree... and set my Daddy free forever!"

Darla sighed, pulling Dru to her feet. "So what you're saying is that Spike knows where to find this 'red tree' that will bring my dear boy back to me... to *us*... but if she does, I... *we* lose him to *her*... And our big consolation prize is that we get Spike, who I couldn't stand to begin with, and don't like any better now!" She frowned, dragging the girl behind her down the hall. "Oh, *perfect*!" she muttered. But still, having Angelus back, even if he wasn't *her* Angelus anymore, was preferable to that bastard of a soul running around wearing her childe's face! And besides, if this 'red tree' was malevolent enough to become her boy's playmate, she *might* just *like* the girl... She grinned slightly, and continued on her way, Druscilla still babbling behind her. They had to talk to the senior partners.

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Willow sat quietly at Giles' computer, listening to the stupid little Scooby gang talking about what they *thought* was a threat. She rolled her eyes, staring at the monitor. If any *one* of them had even bothered to actually *read* the books in front of them, they would have figured out by now that the Eve of Rascaritarian wasn't going to happen for another six hundred years! She couldn't believe that she'd been so much of a doormat, before losing her soul, that she'd actually done *all* of the research, *and* all of the net-searches, *and* most of the translations, as well... She smirked to herself, catching Spike's eye across the room. She raised an eyebrow at him, barely inclining her head towards the door. She saw his equally slight nod, and stood.

"Sorry, guys," she said, managing somehow to sound sincere, "But I have a paper due in the morning, so..." She grinned to herself as the Slayer protested, saying that she needed to stay and do still *more* research while the trashy blonde gossiped and joked with Xander and Anya. "Geez, I'm *sorry*, Buffy, but if I flunk out of school, whose notes are you gonna copy for class?" She lowered her eyes to the floor so that the Slayer wouldn't see the contempt there as the blonde suddenly couldn't see her gone soon enough. "O...OK... bye..." she said, trying to sound hesitant as she reached the door.

Spike sighed, and stood from his usual chair. "Oh, *fine*, Slayer, I'll walk the little witch home... after all, you and Xapper obviously have more important things to do than make sure the only *smart* one of you lot doesn't become a demon-snack!" He ignored their responses as he took the redhead's elbow and pulled her from the watcher's shop... after all, acknowledging the Slayer's muttered 'later' would have seemed out of character.

"So, Red, what's up?" he asked when they were finally away from the place.

Willow rolled her eyes, smirking almost evilly. "*Nothing's* up, Blondie... that's the*problem*! I don't know why I ever thought those boring, *stupid* people were my friends!" she replied, weaving her fingers through his. "And I *still* don't believe they bought that whole 'the chip in my head will last forever' line! I mean, really!... Of course, I *also* still wonder why Soldier-boy never told them that it was a big old *lie*, seeing as those damned things burn themselves *out* after a few months, but..." she shook her head slightly, "No matter..."

"C'mon, Red!" Spike said impatiently, "I know something's bothering you, even if those *fools* of yours don't! Now, what *is* it?"

Willow sighed. "I haven't heard from Angel since yesterday." She slowed her pace, gnawing on her lower lip. "I think something's... *wrong*... he hasn't missed a day since we started 'working' together... Even when he doesn't have anything *new* to tell me, he always calls..." She frowned slightly, unaware of the concern written on her face.

Spike could feel his eyes growing wide as he looked at the girl... She was the most evil being he'd ever met, aside from Angelus, and she was *worried*!... about the *Poof*! His fingers tightened painfully around hers as he dragged her forcibly into an alley and pushed her hard against the wall. "What the hell are you playing at, witch?" he growled, "First you want the bastard *gone*, and now you're all... *concerned* for him! I started helping you because I *thought* you were committed to getting my *Sire* back, but now it's sounding like you've gone and gotten a thing for the *poof*!" He pressed himself hard against her, grinding his crotch against her warm belly. "And if that's *true*," he said angrily, his actions causing him to harden against her, "Then I don't see any reason why I shouldn't just fuck you hard, right here, then drain you..." His un-needed breaths were coming in gasps now, as she began to thrust herself against him, "And leave your dead, cold body on the Slayer's doorstep..." He growled as he felt her teeth on his neck, and groaned out loud as he suddenly found himself flat on his back on the concrete of the dark alley, a small redhaired witch straddling him.

"Never," Willow hissed, staring furiously into his eyes, "Never *ever* doubt my commitment to Angelus!" She leaned down, speaking slowly and carefully into his ear. "I'm worried about *Poofy* because he wears your Sire's body! *That's* why I care if anything's happened to him! If circumstances were any different, I would have staked that big broody abomination long ago!... But if I'm going to bring Angelus back, Angel needs to stay in one piece!" She pushed herself up off his body, and stood, looking down at him for a moment before extending a hand to help him up. "So do you understand now, vampire?" she asked, leading him back out onto the street and turning them towards her home.

Spike sighed unhappily, fully aware of the fact that he'd just made an ass of himself in front of the woman he hoped to one day share with his Sire. "Yeah, Red," he said slowly, "I didn't mean to sound like I didn't trust you..." He could feel his cock twitch as she smiled at him, and wished more than anything that he *had* taken her in that alley, and damn the consequences.

Willow giggled. "I wouldn't expect anything else from you Spike... Besides, I'm sure that you trust me as much as you *can*, what with me still being human. After all," she said into his surprised eyes, "We're so very... *fickle*, at best..." She would have continued, but just then, Spike's duster started ringing.

Spike jumped a bit. He'd gotten the cell phone almost a year earlier, and this was the first time anyone had called him, other than Willow, and he *knew* it wasn't her, because she was right there with him. He pulled the compact bit of metal and plastic from his coat pocket and flipped it open. "What!" he said, that being his usual greeting, then, "Well, who the bloody hell is *this*?... Yeah... yeah, that's me... No... No, I don't... Oh, shut the fuck up for a minute, mate! I told you I don't know any red-fucking-tree! How'd you get this number, anyway?... Oh, really. Well, gosh! Colour *me* un-impressed!... Wait. You're with *who*?... Hold on." He covered the phone with his hand, and turned questioning eyes to Willow. "There's a... guy on the line from Wolfram and Hart... isn't that the law firm that's after the poof?"

Willow nodded, wide-eyed, as Spike uncovered the phone and began to talk again.

"Yeah, OK, I've heard of your firm, mate, but I *still* don't know any 'red tree'..." He growled loudly as the phone was snatched from his hand by the girl beside him.

"Sorry," Willow said softly before raising the phone to her ear. "I think I'm the one you're looking for," she said quietly into the phone. She could feel herself beginning to smile as the... *being* on the other end began to explain why it had been looking for her, her smile becoming wider and more wicked as the moments ticked by. "OK," she finally said, looking like a satanic version of the Mona Lisa, "We'll be there... Spike and me... Sorry," she said, shaking her head, even though the thing on the other end probably couldn't see her, "But we're a package deal. He's sacrificed just as much as I have, maybe more, even!... Well, he fucked the Slayer, for *one* thing!" Her eyes flew to Spike's and her grin became a smirk. "Yeah, I *thought* you'd see it my way... Umm... sometime tomorrow, after sunset... No, I know where the offices are." She rolled her eyes at the bleached blond who looked like he would have wet himself, if he hadn't been a vampire, from impatient curiousity alone. "Yeah. OK, we'll see you then. Oh, and... thanks!" She folded the phone closed and handed it back to its anxious owner.

"Well?" Spike demanded nervously.

Willow grinned up into his wicked blue eyes. "Well, it looks like we're going to LA!" She grabbed him in a tight hug, forcing him to spin around with her. Finally stopping, she took his hand and began leading him again towards her house as she explained. "Turns out, the reason I haven't heard from Broody today is because Wolfram and Hart kidnapped him last night! They think he's Angelus now, but one of their newer employees convinced them to put it to the test, so they need *me*!"

Spike's mind was in a whirl. "So, pet," he asked, sounding a bit dazed, "What, exactly, do they need you *for*?" he asked slowly.

The redhead's laughter could have been heard from a block away. Finally calming herself slightly, she managed to answer him. "Well, apparently, *Angel* has fallen in *love*... with sweet, kind, generous, unassuming, *good* little Willow!" She laughed again, seeing the answering amusement in his eyes. "So I'm going to go there and play *that* Willow for him... and he won't even know the difference until it's too late..."

The sleek blond vampire grinned wickedly down at the evil little redhead. "Oh, you're *bad*, luv..." he said, pulling the girl tightly against him and thrusting his still hard cock against her. "You want to be even *worse*?" he teased.

Willow laughed yet again, pulling away from him. "Angelus would *kill* you!" she told him, well aware of the fact that he already knew that. She glanced at him slyly from the corner of her eye. "Why don't you just get me home and then go back to your crypt? I'm sure that *someone* will come along to take care of *this*," she said teasingly, rubbing her hand lightly over the bulge in his jeans, "And probably before *too* much longer... in fact, it's only another block or so to my place... I can go it alone..." She pulled away from him, glancing over her shoulder to meet his eyes as she walked away. "Go home, Spike... and have fun with Slutty..." She continued on, ignoring his groan of both anticipation and disgust. Angelus would be back soon... and she almost couldn't *wait*!

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The redhead strolled casually into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart's downtown LA office building, accompanied closely by the taller blond vampire. She grinned to herself as she approached the security desk, knowing that there were alarms going off somewhere due to Spike's presence. "Willow Rosenberg and William the Bloody, to see the senior partners." she said clearly to the suit-wearing guard behind the desk. Her grin became very external at the speed with which the guard picked up the phone, then swiftly directed her towards the left hand elevator banks after hanging up. "Oh, and please let your staff know that Spike here is the vampire they've been alerted to, and he's with *me*," she stared him directly in the eye, letting just a touch of her true personality shine through, "And I will *not* take it kindly if anything should... *happen* to him."

The security guard heaved an enormous sigh of relief as the tiny redhead walked away, the vampire attached to her side. He picked up the internal phone line again, running his finger nervously under the suddenly too tight collar of his shirt as he passed on that little bit of information. He hoped the security team was paying attention... that little girl was *scary*.

"Thanks, pet," Spike muttered, as they stepped into the elevator, accompanied by yet another security guard. "What are *you* looking at, mate?" he growled, seeing the appraising look the bloody ugly human was giving the little witch, "She's not a piece of tail, you bastard!" He let his face shift, forcing the human face-first into the elevator wall. "She's here," he hissed angrily, fangs lightly scraping the security man's neck, "At the *request* of the *Senior* *Partners* of this firm! Now, if you're a smart little happy-meal, you'll know what that means, and you'll keep your bloody filthy eyes *off* her, and you'll show her some *respect*!" He wrinkled his nose, taking a short breath through it. "And that's just *disgusting*, mate." He pushed away from the man, and rejoined the witch. "Imagine that, Red... A security guard at Wolfram and Hart, and he can't control his *bladder*." He smirked as the girl giggled. "Pathetic, isn't it, pet?"

"I quite agree," came the voice from the speaker hidden in the elevator roof, "And Mister Michaels will find that his employment has been terminated after he delivers you to my offices." There was an evil laugh before the voice continued. "However, if he can manage to do *that* properly, his termination will not necessarily be of a... *permanent* nature... Ah, and here you *are*... Bring my guests to my office, Michaels." The voice faded out as the elevator came to a stop.

Willow grinned up at the blond vampire. "Never would have had you pegged as the sort to defend my honour, Spike, but... thanks." She said softly, stepping out into the marble and wood entry of the thirty-third floor.

"Well, pet," he said, as they followed the damp former security guard down the hallway, "If *I* can't have you, I'm for damned sure not gonna let some walking dead man entertain thoughts about you!" He grinned, responding to her chuckle as they watched their 'escort' shudder at the 'dead man' comment. "Oh, no, after *you*!" He growled, shoving the man through the door he'd stopped at. He stepped through behind him, keeping a careful hold on the redhead's hand as she followed him.

Willow stared around the large, lushly furnished office, her eyes finally coming to rest on the human-seeming man behind the big mahogany desk. "Oh, you're *very* good," she purred, completely at ease in the malevolent atmosphere of the room. "I can barely even *feel* the seeming!" She grinned, crossing the room and jumping up, cross-legged, on the desk in front of him. "Of course..." she continued, feeling his surprise, "Of course, you're much more powerful than my little imp, but the principle's the same, so..." She giggled, leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "What can I do for you... sir?"

The demon in human guise laughed, delighted. He hadn't been entirely sure that this girl would be capable of proving Angelus' re-emergence, but now that he'd met her... "I think the question, my dear," he said finally, "Is what can *I* do for *you*... to make your job easier, I mean..." His eyes began to sparkle with pure evil as he watched the wickedness swirling around the tiny little human. He hoped that Angelus would turn the girl before too long... it would be a shame to lose someone with her potential for true evil. His gaze shifted, as the girl lost herself in deep thought, to the blond vampire who was watching their interaction fixedly. "And Spike... I wish I could say that it's nice to meet you, but I've heard some rather... distressing?... yes, distressing... reports of your recent activities... You've been helping the *Slayer*, of all people..." he sighed disappointedly, "And we had such high hopes for you, William... You were off to such a good start..." He sighed sadly. "So what happened?"

Spike hung his head for a moment before rallying himself and smirking directly into the demon's eyes. "Well, mate, first I got a bloody damned *chip* stuck in my head, and by the time it stopped working, well... Red, here, had managed to rope me into her little plot to bring my Sire back." He smirked a bit more wildly as he stepped up to the desk, resting his hands on Willow's shoulders. "I mean, *look* at her! Who could ever turn her down?"

The demon glanced again at the redhead before nodding slowly. He could definitely see the vampire's point. If the girl had been born a demon, she would have been ruling Hell within a century, Satan or no Satan. His gaze was arrested by the sudden look of excited realization in the little witch's eyes. "What is it, Willow? How can I help?" he asked eagerly, knowing that if he managed to pull this off, he might just be promoted.

Willow giggled softly, focusing on their demon host once more. "Well..." she said slowly, "If he's *not* Angelus yet, then we have to *make* him be, and the best way to do *that* is......"

Spike stared at her, amazed, as she began to explain what she would require. Damn, she was *wicked*! His admiration for the little redhead increased tenfold as she went on... Angel, if it *was* Angel, would never know what hit him!

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He was worried. He'd been laying there, chained to the large bed, for almost twenty-four hours, and aside from those few minutes when he'd first woken up to his former Sire and Druscilla, he'd been more or less left alone. Oh, sure, Darla had come in again after a little while, but only to bring him blood. He'd been relieved, at first, that it was in a plastic container, but as he'd begun to drink, he'd realized that... it was *human* blood, not animal. He had thought, for a moment, about spitting it out, but... the poor human was probably already dead, and since he hadn't been the one to do the killing, where was the harm in taking what was offered? It was the most satisfying meal he'd had in a long while.

Then, of course, Darla had left, and he was alone again... until just an hour or so earlier, when some vamp he'd never seen before had entered the room with a large, sharp knife. He'd asked question after question of the unknown vampire, but hadn't gotten any answers as his clothes were cut from his body and a sheet was drawn up to his chest, covering his nakedness. He *knew* something was going on, but for the 'life' of him, he couldn't figure out what it was...

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Willow stood shakily in the cold, cement corridor, her eyes fixed on the two vampires in front of her while her lips twisted into a vicious smile. "And he knows nothing..." she asked again, wanting to be sure.

"He knows that he's being held captive," Darla said, taking in the battered appearance of the little redhead, "Nothing more..." She found herself unwillingly admiring the tiny human girl's fortitude... she wasn't sure that even *she* could have put up with what the human girl had asked to have done... not even in order to get her 'dear boy' back, and especially not with a smile on her face! No, she decided finally, if the redhead wanted Angelus *that* badly, it was probably best to just let her *have* him. "Are you ready?" she said softly, lightly stroking the girl's hair.

Willow grinned, sucking in a hissing breath as the split in her lip broke open again. "Of course." She pulled away from the blonde woman and began removing her clothes, dropping them in a pile beside her. When she was finally naked, she looked again at the two of them, the blonde and the brunette, before holding her arms out to them. "Let's *do* this!" Her smile became wider as they grabbed her arms and began to drag he down the corridor, and she began screaming "No!... No!... Please, no!..." The manufactured terror in her voice was virtually indistinguishable from the real thing.

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He had been dozing fitfully when he was dragged from his sleep by the last thing he had ever wanted to hear... the voice of the woman he loved, crying out in terror. He growled, face shifting, as the cries came closer and closer, and pulled with all his might against the chains binding his wrists and ankles to the wrought iron bed. He didn't know how they had managed to bring her here, but one thing he knew for certain... when he got out of here, and he *would* get out... they were all *dead*... even if it meant letting the demon free, they would *die*... His eyes flew wide, and he shouted in protest, as the door to his prison was flung wide, and Druscilla and Darla entered, holding between then the struggling form of a very naked Willow! He watched, speechless, as they flung her at the bed. "What?" he finally managed to say, cursing the fact that his restrained position, and the lack of anything more than a sheet covering him, made his sudden arousal completely obvious.

Druscilla grinned hugely at the sight of the massively tented sheet covering his lap. "We've brought you a *gift*, Daddy..." She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. "If you don't like it, we can take it back, you know... I've kept the receipt, you see... and the earth would weep with love to have it back as well..."

Darla rolled her eyes at the brunette girl's words. "What Dru is saying, *Angelus*," she stressed, "Is that the girl is your *test*. If you've really lost the filthy soul, you won't have any problem with fucking her... and then, we can let you loose, and paint this town... *red*." She sighed, staring at the angry vampire and the cowering redhead. "It'll be just like old times, dear boy..." She deliberately ignored his mumbled protests and grabbed Druscilla's hand, dragging her from the room before shutting and barring the door. "And I'll be looking forward to seeing my boy again in the morning..." she muttered, as she took her... Sire?... in search of Spike. After all, Dru *had* said that Spike would be *theirs*... and Druscilla was *never* *wrong*!

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Angel stared unhappily at the tiny redhead sobbing at the foot of the bed. "Willow... Willow, love, it'll be OK..." he said softly, wishing that he could gather her to him and hold her in his arms, protecting her from all harm. He tugged again at the chains binding him, hissing slightly as he felt his wrists begin to bleed. "Will..." he tried again, "Won't you even *look* at me?" His breath caught in his chest as her head slowly rose from the covers she'd been crying against and turned towards him. Her eyes were red and swollen, especially the right one, which was, even as he watched, turning into a lovely rainbow of bruised-ness... her lip was slightly split, and there was a small trickle of blood dripping from her nose. His eyes devoured her torso, lingering on the scrape across her ribs before continuing on to the large bite-shaped bruise on her shoulder... he could *see* the marks from the human teeth that had done that. He growled loudly, angry and ashamed that *he* had been the one to cause her that pain, as indirectly as it might have been. "Stand up!" he ordered, needing to catalogue her injuries in his mind.

Willow stood, hiding the satisfaction she was garnering from his attitude, and moved a few feet away from the bed. She fluttered her hands around a bit, as though she was embarrassed.

"Turn around... slowly." he commanded, his fury increasing when he saw more bruises on her legs, stomach, and ass... the only part of her that hadn't been abused, it seemed, was her neck... and maybe her ankles. But no, he realized, as she took a tentative step towards him, apparently one of her ankles was hurt, too. "Oh, love..." he murmured softly, not wanting to scare her with his rage, "What have they *done* to you?" He tried, with everything he had in him, to will his erection away, but he just couldn't do it... he'd never seen her look so enticing... He finally gave it up as a lost cause when she haltingly crossed the floor and flung herself down on top of him. "Willow..." he moaned, forcing himself not to move against her warmth, "What... what are you *doing*?"

"Shhh..." she whispered into his chest. "They want me to... to... *screw* the soul out of you, if... if you still have one..." She schooled her expression into that of the Willow he knew and loved before looking up into his eyes. "I tried to tell them 'No!', Angel! I really *did*..." She forced a sob, allowing a few tears to trickle from her glassy green eyes, "But they... and then..." She sobbed again, more false tears falling. "I don't want to *die*, Angel!... Not yet! I've barely even begun to... to *live*!" She wrapped her arms around his broad, firm chest, and buried her head in the crook of his neck. "I... I d-don't...w-want to...d-d-die!"

Angel wished for nothing more than to be able to rip the chains from his wrists, if only so that he could hold this girl who so badly needed his comfort. "Hush..." he said softly, "Hush, my love... you *aren't* going to die!" He lifted his head up, straining towards her until he finally managed to place a quick kiss on the top of her tousled red hair. "We'll find some way out of this, love..."

Willow grinned to herself. He was making this easier than she'd ever thought possible. "There *is* no way out, Angel," she said mournfully, "If I don't turn you evil, they *kill* me!... But I don't *want* you to be evil again..." She sighed sadly, raising her head and looking into his eyes. "So I guess this is it... at least I got to see you again." She sniffled a little, while what passed for her heart jumped with glee at the look in his eyes. "I wanted to tell you, Angel. I..." She closed her eyes, afraid that they'd give her away. "I love you..."

He could feel his heart swelling with joy... she *loved* him! He stared at her for a moment, knowing that he couldn't let her die. "Maybe... Willow, maybe there *is* a way..." He hesitated then, afraid that what he was about to say would disgust her, but then he saw the look of hope in her eyes, and *that*, combined with the love she'd just professed for him, not to mention how... *hot* he was, seeing her all beat up and everything... made him continue. "What if," he murmured softly, his cock hardening even more as she moved up his body to catch his words in her ear, "What if we *do* do it, only, you stop before I... achieve that... perfect happiness?... I mean," he rushed on as she started to pull away, "I could... make all the right sounds... and *act* like I'd... well, you know... but you'd stop before that, and then..." He smiled softly back at her innocent, inquisitive grin.

"Do... do you think that would... *work*?" she breathed against his lips, laughing so hard inside that she was amazed he couldn't feel it.

"Yeah..." he sighed, the sigh becoming a moan as she moved off him and began pulling the sheet from his *more* than ready body... he didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life! "*Oh*, yeah..."

Her eyes took in each revealed span of flesh, her soul-less body demanding the completion that could only be found with his. "Gods..." she muttered softly, "You're *beautiful*..." She gasped slightly when she finally saw his rock hard cock straining up into the air, and inwardly delighted at his amused chuckle. "Angel..." she sighed wantonly, hating the fact that she had to act this way with the souled bastard, "I... I want to... *taste* you..." She smiled a bit at his lack of objection, and thanked Hell that soon she'd be with Angelus instead of the poofy prick... *he'd* be more than happy to tell her what he wanted... and he'd *force* her if she wasn't willing... not that *that* would ever happen... Her tongue swept out of her mouth, flicking lightly over the head of his penis. She heard him groan, felt his hips rise up towards her hot mouth, and grinned as she took his tip into her mouth.

Angel was in heaven... regardless of the fact that he was chained naked to a bed, and the people who were holding him captive wanted him to be all evil again, he was... in heaven. He couldn't believe this was happening... The girl he'd been dreaming about... the girl he'd wanted for years, now... the girl he loved more than anything, including his own life... She loved him! And-- he gasped, taking yet another unnecessary breath-- she had her lips wrapped firmly around his aching cock! He moaned repeatedly as her lips made their way, ever so slowly, towards the base of him... she was such a tiny girl... he was amazed that she could take all of him in her mouth! He growled then, feeling her throat muscles contract and release repeatedly around his still weeping head. "Oh... oh, *god*!..." he finally managed to grind out, "Willow... Will... *stop*!" He could feel the demon inside him berating him for being such a wuss, but he didn't care... he couldn't let this go too far. She would ride him for just long enough that his fake orgasm would be convincing, then the damned law firm would let both him and his love leave... anything beyond that was still up for debate. He smiled softly down into her wounded eyes. "That was almost... *too* good, love... It would have been over too soon..."

Willow smiled, allowing him to misinterpret her relief... she was so glad to have the fucking soul out of her mouth... She slid up his body in a deliberately awkward fashion. "So, I... it wasn't *too* bad, then?" she said, trying to sound hopeful, "Because *Oz*... Oz said I was just... awful at that..." She looked away from him, knowing he'd feel the need to be the 'white knight', and she wasn't disappointed.

He growled harshly, wishing again that he could touch her. "Well, the dog-boy was a fucking *idiot*, love... You're *amazing*!" He sighed softly, tipping his head so that he could reach her lips. "He didn't *deserve* you, Willow... Not that I do, but..." He sighed happily against her lips as she moved higher and wound her tongue around his. "Come on, love," he finally said, pulling his head to the side, and away from her mouth, "We... we *have* to do this!" He smiled softly, hoping that he'd kept the anticipation from his voice, and decided that he had when she slid slowly down his torso, her hot core finally coming to rest just below his navel.

Willow looked deep into his eyes as her hand reached down between her legs and grasped his enormous hard-on. She smiled, and slid herself slowly back against his cock, guiding his seeping head to her dripping entrance. It was a good thing that Soul-boy wore Angelus' body, because otherwise... she'd have been dry as the Sahara. But all she had to do was think about her vampire-lover-to-be, and she was gushing moisture like Old Faithful! Her eyes went wide as she slid herself back onto him, a small moan escaping her lips from his size... she'd known that he was huge; after all, she'd *seen* him... had taken him in her mouth, even, but... it felt different... bigger, when he was in her cunt... and she hadn't even taken all of him in yet! "Oh, *gods*!" she moaned, in her 'good' Willow voice... she couldn't wait until Angelus came out to play... *he'd* fuck her long and hard, like there was no tomorrow!

Angel could swear his eyes were going to cross! He'd never felt anything like this! He had known for a while that Willow wasn't a virgin, and he really couldn't understand how she, having had more than one lover, was *still* tighter and hotter than the virginal Buffy had been when he'd taken her for the first time... He stopped thinking quickly, however, as his redheaded witch began moving on him... Her hands were *everywhere*, touching him, stroking him, finding spots that no one, in almost two and a half centuries, had found... spots on his body that even *he* hadn't known were sensitive... the small stretch of skin behind his ears... that simple spot, just inside the back of his hairline where his skull met his spine... the fold at the top of his armpit... And her *mouth*... her mouth was traveling, timidly at first, over his broad chest, her lips lingering over his nipples before she brought her teeth and tongue in to play... And all the while, she was moving herself up and down on his throbbing erection, rocking against him and uttering small, enticing moans... He could feel himself beginning to tense, and almost yelped as he felt her blunt teeth latch on to the skin at the crook of his neck while her hips moved in fast, tight circles upon him... he could feel the head of his cock circling her cervix, and knew that it was time to stop their little... escapade, but as he opened his mouth to say 'no more', entirely different words flew from his mouth. "God, Will..." he heard himself saying, "Faster... yes!...harder!" His eyes rolled back in his head as she complied, and he felt his balls drawing up, tightening for an instant before he shouted out her name with his release, hearing her own follow right behind. He felt every moment of the ecstatic pleasure she had brought him, felt his cold, dead seed explode into her slick, tight warmth, and hoped against hope that the demon wouldn't hurt her... That was, of course, the last thought Angel had, as everything went black.

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Darla looked up as the pre-arranged knock sounded on the steel door. She stood and slowly pulled the bar from its housing before pulling the door open a crack. "Yes?" she said simply, her eyes meeting those of the redhead, "What news?"

Willow giggled softly, "I'm pretty sure it worked... won't know for sure until he wakes up, but..." She giggled again. "Just wanted to let you guys know that you shouldn't disturb us for the next twenty-four hours or so... After all," she said, sounding amused, "If it *didn't* work, I'll need to try again, won't I?"

Darla looked at the girl, confused. "But if it *did* work, my boy will be needing to *feed*!"

The redhead looked patronizingly at the small blonde woman. "You didn't think that I was going to walk out of this room *human*, did you?... Oh, you *did*... that's so...*stupid*!" She laughed at the look of outrage on the much older woman's face. "If Angelus needs to feed, I'll see to it that he *does*, Darla. So why don't you stop worrying about it?... He's no longer your concern."

The blonde bristled at the witch's tone of voice. "He's my *childe*! He will *always* be my concern!" she cried, wishing the girl was a vampire, seeing as she had a stake on her and everything...

Willow smiled soothingly. "Actually, Darla... he's *not*." She grinned at the woman, and began to push the heavy steel door closed. "Technically, he's your *Grand Sire*, not your *childe*, so... see you tomorrow..." She giggled as she heard the bar being thrust back through the brackets, and returned to the bed, curling herself against her lover, and pulling the sheet over them both as she fell into slumber, wondering just *who* it was she'd be waking up to...

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Spike groaned as he opened his eyes. He had been waylaid by his Grand Sire who was now his... niece?... and Druscilla just a few minutes after Willow had put her grand plan into action, and then he'd been just... *laid*, repeatedly! And even though he'd enjoyed himself, he wasn't really happy with how *sore* his entire body was! Of course, it had been a long while since he'd been with another vampire, but *still*... he'd been shagging the *Slayer*, hadn't he? He should have been used to that sort of strength by now... He sat up, smiling as he recalled the few nights he'd spent 'educating' the little blonde slut in his dank, dirty old crypt... the girl hadn't even *tried* to be in control... maybe that was why just an hour with the two beautiful vampires had made such an impact on him. Yeah, he decided, as he pulled his clothes back on, that *had* to be it! He chuckled slightly as he left the office that had served as their 'love shack', as Dru had put it, and headed for the security office. He just *had* to see what had happened with Red and the Poof...

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Willow sat back on her heels on the edge of the bed, and stared fixedly at the vampire who was finally beginning to stir. She'd heard him scream long and hard in the night, and *really* hoped that meant what she *thought* it did... that that pansy Angel was gone, and her Angelus was back... to stay, this time... She watched, a curious look on her face, as his dark, coffee-coloured eyes opened to meet hers. "A... Angel?" she said timidly, just in case she'd been wrong, "A...are you... *alright*?" She held her breath, waiting for his reply.

He gazed searchingly at the sweet and innocent little redhead who was looking at him so solemnly, and he couldn't help it. He laughed! "Of *course* I'm all right, Willow!" he said silkily, "How could I be anything *but*?" He tugged at his chains, making them rattle slightly before continuing. "I mean, OK, still chained to the bed, but..." his eyes softened as a slight smile twitched at the corners of his lips, "You *love* me! And you made love *to* me last night, little girl!" He grinned, feeling himself growing hard, and glanced down at his groin for a moment before catching her eyes again. "Care to do it again? I mean, I'd rather not have these *chains* to deal with, but you know what they say about beggars and choosers..." He grinned wickedly, just wanting to feel the good, pure little redhead impaled on his cock again... he'd let her ride him long and hard, and when he'd gotten his satisfaction... well, *that's* when he'd tell her who he *really* was. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she found out that she'd just fucked her worst enemy... and that she'd *enjoyed* it!

The redhead pulled her eyes from his, not wanting him to see the anger in them. Damn it! She was going to have to fuck the bloody poof again! She growled slightly-- a habit she'd picked up from Spike-- hating the very thought until she came to an entirely different decision... she'd let him see exactly what she was, what she'd *become*, and *then* she'd fuck him again, but hard this time! She figured he'd be so mortified that he was buried deep inside a soul-less creature, and *loving* every *minute* of it, that maybe, just maybe, the damned *soul* would recede long enough for her *real* lover to come out! And if he *did*... well, they'd just have to find a way to *keep* him out! She sighed deeply before meeting his eyes again, a broad smile on her face. "So I guess that would make you the beggar, and me the chooser? 'Cause I've got to tell you, Angel, I was really hoping that last night would rip that fucking soul right out of you, and honestly, given a choice?..." she snarled softly at him as she crawled over to him, and up his body, all of her darkness now showing in her eyes, "I choose Angelus!" She straddled him suddenly, and slid herself down onto his rigid cock, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy. "Of course," she growled again, "This time I don't have to have your dick in my mouth, so things could be worse..." She laughed at the surprise in his eyes, and began grinding herself up and down on his throbbing member. "Now, just so you know, once you're gone, and Angelus is back, I'm gonna lick him and suck him until he cums a river, but that soul of yours just makes me... *sick*." She began to move faster on him as she leaned down and bit savagely into his nipple, lapping hungrily at the blood that welled up. "What's it gonna take to make you give it up, Angel?" she moaned, scared to discover that she was actually enjoying taking him. She hadn't felt this way the night before... and it frightened her. What if, instead of her taking his soul away, the very act of being with him was bringing hers back? She sobbed angrily, unable to stop moving on him.

His eyes had grown wide when the little 'sweet and innocent' witch said she wanted him... *him*! Not the souled wuss, but *him*! Angelus, the Scourge of Europe! His mind began to whirl when he saw the darkness in her eyes, and after looking a bit more closely into her, he suddenly understood... She *hated* the soul, almost entirely because she didn't have one of her own any longer! He listened to everything she was saying, the surprise apparently permanently stamped on his face. The witch... Willow... *wanted* him freed! He grinned slyly to himself. He'd wanted the girl since the first time he'd been set free, and he would have *had* her, too, if she hadn't gone and cursed him again! Of course, he decided, he couldn't really hold *that* against her, after all, she hadn't been the same girl she was now! He groaned loudly as she slid her tight heat down, enveloping his rock hard shaft, and almost laughed when she began to move... he wouldn't tell her that he was back just yet, but when he did... Oh, when he did, he was going to hold her to the promise she'd made of making him cum a river... and he'd make sure she swallowed it all, too... His eyes rolled back, a shouted growl bursting from his mouth, as her teeth latched onto his nipple, biting hard enough to break skin. Oh, yeah, he thought, as he felt her warm little tongue licking at his blood, he was gonna fuck her *hard* when he got out of these chains... He was gonna fuck her hard, and let her suck him, and then... then he was going to take the only virginity she had left! He almost wished he knew where the fucking wolfling was, just so he could torture him, then kill him, for touching the girl in the first place! He frowned slightly, through the ecstacy of her movements, flashing suddenly on the surprise the damned soul had felt at her appearance the night before... someone had worked his girl... *Angelus'* *girl*!... over, and they hadn't done a half-assed job of it, either! Not that she didn't look lovely, but the only one who should be beating her was *him*... *he* was the only one whose marks should be displayed on her milky white skin! He growled again, yanking at the chains... once he got out of here, he was going to find the rat bastard who thought that he could touch *his* property, and kill him... slowly... His eyes flew back to the girl riding him as he heard her asking what it would take for Angel to give up, and he was shocked to see her start sobbing on top of him, all the while still sliding herself up and down his raging hard-on. "Well," he finally moaned, for some reason not liking the sight or sound of her tears, "I guess it would take a completely evil little redhead coming in here and playing 'sweet little Willow', while looking all beat up to shit..." He smirked wickedly at her as her sobs died out, and her eyes focused completely on his. "And I suppose she'd have to...uhhh..." he groaned as she slammed herself down even harder on his aching cock, "She'd have to... *fuck* me so hard and *right* that I just couldn't bring myself to... uhhh... *stop* her!" He laughed wildly as the comprehension dawned in her eyes. "Of course, you did all of that last night, so..."

Willow's eyes narrowed as she finally understood exactly what he was telling her. "You... you *bastard*!" She cried, before screaming out loudly in release, her orgasm thundering through her body.

"Yeah, baby, I'm back..." Angelus groaned, barely able to keep himself from cumming as the strong muscles of her cunt tried to milk him for all he was worth. "So how about unlocking these chains, baby?" he purred, "Because as much as I love it when you ride me hard, *I'd* like to be in the... *driver's* seat for a while..." He smiled crookedly as she slid off his still hard cock and moved to the head of the bed.

The redhead grinned to herself and held her hands over the chains holding one of his wrists to the bedpost. She muttered a few words before moving on to the other wrist, then each of his ankles. "There, Angelus," she said wickedly, turning to face him once more, "You're *free*... so what are you gonna do now?" She shrieked happily as his hand darted out to hers faster than she could see, and pulled her down on top of him.

"Well, *first*," he said, in his most seductive tone, "I'm going to *eat* you... You have no idea," he said almost angrily, "Of what it's been like to lay here and *smell* you without being able to *taste* you! And then," he continued, rolling his large, hard body over her much smaller, softer one, "Then, you're going to give me that *head* you were talking about..." His hands held her arms pinned to the mattress beside her as his lips began to travel slowly down from her shoulder, stopping at her breasts to lick and suck first one, then the other, nipple into rosy peaks. "And after *that*... well, after that, I'm going to go where no man has gone before... Don't worry, Willow," he chuckled, feeling her start shaking in either fear... or anticipation, "I won't hurt you... *too* much... not right at first, anyway..." He grinned against her skin, hearing her moans, and let his true face out, spearing one peaked nipple with a sharp fang. His cock jumped as he heard her groan of both pain and pleasure, and he moved back to the other breast, treating it to the same action before slipping further down her body.

She almost screamed as his tongue delved harshly into her navel, and did let out a low shout as his teeth pierced the tender flesh of her belly, the shout becoming a whimper as he licked at the slowly seeping wound... she'd never felt anything like this... the things he was doing to her were... inspired! He was managing to mix in just the right amount of mind-numbing pain with the earth-shattering pleasure, and she didn't want him ever to stop... She stopped breathing for a moment as his mouth slipped even further down her body, coming to rest at the top of her red curls.

He finally released her arms, his hands roughly tearing her thighs apart, and he gazed tenderly at her sweetly dripping core for a moment before forcing her legs even farther apart, and diving into her with his tongue... He had been right, she didn't taste like anything he'd ever had before... she was sweet, and spicy, and just a touch bitter... the perfect combination... He drove his tongue deep inside her, tasting the pure essence of Willow mixed with just the slightest taste of himself from the night before, and earlier that morning, and slid one large finger deep inside her, coating it thoroughly with her juices before forcing it roughly into her tightly puckered ass. His other hand pressed down on her belly, fingers splayed, as she tried to move away. "Hush, love," he murmured against her weeping core, "It doesn't have to hurt so badly if you'll just *relax*..." He grinned again, one fang scraping her swollen clit as he slid another thick, long finger into her ass to join the first. He pressed her more firmly into the bed, ignoring her pained whimpers as he began thrusting in and out of her, hard and fast, with his fingers, adding a third when she became accustomed to the first two. "There, love," he groaned over her pleading cries, "That's not so bad, is it?" He drove his tongue deep inside her dripping cunt again, knowing that he'd never get enough of the taste of her.

Willow was sobbing, and begging him to stop... not that she didn't still *want* him, she *did*! And it wasn't just from the pain, although there certainly was pain! No, she wanted him, any way he wanted her to have him, but... to take that huge cock in her ass, for the first time, in a room where they were being monitored... it was just too... humiliating! She moaned loudly, forgetting all about the hidden cameras, as his fangs bit deep into her inner thigh... damn, he was good! Her eyes began to flutter, while shivers spread out from the pit of her stomach, and she exploded as he nursed on the wounds he'd just inflicted, a loud shout of "Angelus!" torn from her lips.

He smirked wickedly, still pumping his fingers in and out of her ass as he felt and heard her cum hard from his feeding. Yes, she had certainly come to the right vamp... His cock was throbbing as he looked up along her body to her sweat-soaked face. Well, he thought, as he pulled his fingers from her and flipped her over, the blow job would have to wait for later... he was itching to be inside her, and *now*! He moved sinuously up her body, pressing a hard, wet kiss to the back of her neck before biting down just hard enough to draw blood. "That's it, Willow," he crooned to her as he pulled two of the pillows from the top of the bed, "Relax... just let go..." He moved back down between her legs, pulling them roughly apart again as he lifted her lower half and shoved the pillows beneath her pelvis. He sat back for a moment, admiring the view, before slathering her tight asshole with his tongue. He felt her shiver repeatedly before she finally calmed, and he moved back up her body, driving his pulsating erection into her hot, wet pussy. He smiled slyly at her sigh of relief, and thrust himself in and out of her for a few minutes, supporting himself with his arms as he coated himself thoroughly with her slick wetness before pulling quickly out of her amazing cunt and slamming fully into her unbelievably tight ass.

Willow screamed as his enormous cock rammed deep into her virgin asshole, her voice echoing loudly from the cement walls of the room. It felt as though she was being torn apart, and she screamed again, louder, as he pulled back and plowed into her again, his heavy balls slapping against her twat. She could feel herself tearing, feel the small rivulets of blood trickling down her legs as he pulled back again, leaving only the head of his huge dick inside her before thrusting himself deep within her again. She tried to move away from him, but his bruising grip on her hips wouldn't let her... For a moment, she heard his earlier words again, and wondered exactly how much he *could* hurt her if he didn't consider this to be 'too much'... Her eyes rolled back in her head at his next particularly vicious thrust, and her screams died down to whimpers, and then... he changed rhythms. His harsh, almost angry thrusts became slow, sensual, his hands on her hips became caressing, loving, tender, before one hand slipped around her, finding its way to her core, his fingers gently tugging and rubbing at her still swollen clit... She sighed, the tears slowing in their cascade from her eyes.

Angelus was crying, himself... he hadn't intended to treat his girl that way, but... she had been so *tight*, so... perfect... and her screams had been just... pure bliss! He'd been lost in the moment, forgetting that she'd never been taken that way before, forgetting that the sheer size of him was going to hurt her enough, even if he was sweet and gentle with her... and when he *had* realized what he was doing to her, it had been too late. He had forced himself to slow, even though his every instinct was screaming at him to go harder, pound deeper into the perfect tightness and heat that was his Willow... He could smell the blood. He'd made her *bleed*! Not that it was an unusual thing for him to make his partners bleed, but... this was *Willow*, the girl who'd forced herself to fuck the soul, just so she could have *him* back! He only hoped that he hadn't hurt her *too* badly... he was definitely going to turn her one day, but he really wanted a few more years of her delicious heat before he did... He continue to slide slowly in and out of her bleeding ass as he gently pinched and rolled her clit between his fingers, watching as his bloody tears fell upon her pale, flawless back. "I'm sorry, my love," he murmured softly, laying on top of her, and speaking into her ear, "I didn't mean to be like that with you... not yet, anyway..." He slowed his thrusts even more, listening to her sobs finally fading away. "You just... Oh, hell, Willow, you just felt so *good*, I... I lost control..."

Willow moaned, the sensations his fingers were causing over-riding the pain she still felt. She could feel another orgasm building in her belly, and wondered just how fucked up that made her... that she could even begin to cum after what he'd done... that a part of her was even now craving his violence, desiring the kind of pain she'd just received... She felt him still moving deep inside her bleeding ass, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to feel his cold, dead seed shooting deep inside her torn and bloody hole. "Angelus," she moaned, wantonly. "Cum for me, love... cum for me..." She pushed back against him, wanting to rise to her hands and knees, but with his large body draped over hers, it was impossible. "Let me up..." she moaned, clarifying when she heard his despairing sigh, "All fours, love... *please*..."

His eyes widened, the gold almost glittering, as he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other pushing them up from their supine position. "Are you sure, love?" he asked tentatively, almost afraid to believe that she didn't hate him.

"Yeah," she said softly, prying his arm from around her as she settled herself on hands and knees, his cock still firmly planted deep inside her ass, "I'm sure... fuck me, baby... cum for me."

His eyes wide, he gently grasped her hips and began thrusting slowly into her again... he could feel his release coming, and tried desperately to keep his strokes slow and steady, but... He sped up a bit, his hands closing more tightly around his girl's gloriously bruised hips, and sped up even more when she began thrusting herself back against him... He could hear her grunts and moans as he slid hard and deep into her, and once again slid his hand around her, rubbing almost desperately at her clit, finally exploding deep inside her as she suddenly tightened around him and came, screaming his name.

She collapsed onto the bed, feeling his half-soft cock slip from her aching hole. She turned her face from his as he slowly laid down beside her. "Angelus?" she said softly, still not looking at him, "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything, baby," he said, smearing a finger through the partially dried blood on her thighs before bringing it to his lips and licking it clean, "Anything."

Willow sighed, and finally turned to face him. "I want you to turn me. Right here, right now."

"I..." he began, before starting again. "Why, baby? I mean, I was planning on turning you, but not for a while yet... why now?"

She smiled slightly at the confusion in his eyes. "Angelus... I have no soul, and I'm *human*... You have to admit that there's something... *wrong* with that!... and I... I want to be with you, but... not if it's gonna take me weeks to heal up between fucks, so..."

Angelus sighed, staring into her eyes. "I told you I'm sorry, baby... I won't lose control like that again..."

Willow shook her head. "You can't promise me that, and I don't *want* you to even try! It's a large part of who you are, and I want every single part of you for my own... and that includes the violence, and the hate, and the destruction... and if I'm a vampire, it won't matter how much you hurt me, because I'll *like* it... more than I already do, I mean!" She smiled again, her hands resting on his chest. "Even now, there's a part of me that's craving the kind of pain you just gave me, but... I'm human... and even though I was talking to Poofy, I meant what I said last night... I *don't* want to die!" She looked deep into his eyes, letting him see the resolve in her own. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine. I'm sure Spike will, or even Darla!" She smiled a bit more at his answering growl, "But I'd rather be *your* childe..."

He closed his eyes for a moment, considering everything she'd just said, and a few things she hadn't... as *his* childe, she'd outrank Darla, and somehow, he just knew that the blonde would be a problem, plus she'd have the advantage of his older blood... She would stay young and beautiful forever, no possibility of any accident or illness taking her from him... and if he turned her now, there would be no chance of her ever regaining that soul that she'd somehow lost... plus, that marvelous tightness would be preserved forever! He nodded slowly to himself, his decision made, as he opened his eyes. "And you *will* be, my love... but if I'm going to do this, you have to accept a few things." He pulled her tightly against him, his tongue sliding sensuously against her neck. "You'll be my childe... but you'll also be my *mate*," he informed her, "And that means that you will have no one but me, unless I say it's OK..."

"All right," Willow answered, almost lost in the feel of his mouth against her skin, "As long as it's understood that the same applies to *you*!"

He laughed out loud. Trust Willow to negotiate on something she thought he was doing as a favor to *her*! "All right, baby... I won't either... And you'll need to back me up when I ask you to..."

"Well, of *course*!" she said, as if speaking to a rather dim-witted child, "You'll be my *Sire*, after all!" She swallowed hard at the dangerous look in his eyes. "Uh... Mate... I mean *Mate*!" She giggled then as his eyes softened, and she felt his fangs at her neck. "Angelus?" she asked softly, a begging tone in her voice as she felt her life's blood draining away, "Can we make *Hell*... here?"

"Oh, yes, my love," he murmured, staring into her eyes as he slashed a manicured nail across his chest. He pulled her limp, almost lifeless body onto him, sighing happily as her mouth latched onto his self-inflicted wound and she began to drink. "And Hell *here* is only the beginning..."

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Spike sighed in a combination of disappointment and optimism as he turned away from the security monitor. He should have known that there wouldn't be any way his Sire would share the little witch with him... she was to be Angelus' mate now. The disappointment faded as he thought about Dru and Darla... he had his hands full with just those two, anyway! "Besides," he said out loud, standing up from the chair he'd watched Angelus and Willow's little 'performance' from, "As evil as Red was as a soul-less human, just think about what she's gonna be like as a vampire!" He grinned wildly. "What do you think, mate?" he asked the figure in the chair by the other bank of monitors as he pulled the tape of his Sire's room from the machine and put it in his coat pocket. "Well?..." he laughed. He wasn't surprised when he got no answer... had to be hard for a fella to talk with his throat torn out... He grinned again before leaving the security room, whistling a jaunty tune as he went to find his women.

End Fic.