Disclaimer: Willow and Angelus belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I'm just borrowing...no infringement intended, implied or imagined.

Willow tried to decide if she was drunk, or just tipsy. <Almost walked a straight line...think it was straight. Think I'm barely still "Tipsy"... "still barely"? "barely still"?> She gave a little hiccup and said, "Excuse me" to no one in particular. After all, she was a Nice Girl.

That is what had started it all; her being a Nice Girl. She'd run into Oz's ex after school that afternoon at Starbuck's -she didn't go to Sunnydale High, but there was ONLY one Starbuck's in Syunnydale, so they were bound to run into each other sooner or later. Juliette had very sweetly filled Willow in, in great detail, on exactly WHAT had been going on in the back of Oz's van while they were dating.

At first, Willow didn't believe her - after all, it was an uphill battle with Oz for her to even get smoochies out of him - but a subsequent phone call to Oz had confirmed the story.

"Baby," he had explained sincerely,"It didn't mean anything...Juliette didn't mean anything to me. Really. I didn't love her. I love you. Besides, she wasn't a Nice Girl like you. You're different, Willow. Look, I've gotta get to rehearsal. We'll talk later...I'll call you after our gig at The Bronze."

Willow just sat and stared at the phone after he hung up. She had to do something. She had to talk to him, but she knew she couldn't look him in the face and say the things she wanted to.

So she'd gone in search of some liquid courage.

It was easy; her parents weren't home - they were NEVER home - and she knew just where they kept the liquor. All the bottles with their pretty colours seemed like the answer to her problem as she gazed at them lined up neatly in the cabinet. <Now, which should I try? Amber, gold or clear?>

But now, a few hours later, she had another problem. She knew she was in the park, but which way was The Bronze? Willow stopped and contemplated the stars. <Which way is north? Or is The Bronze south?>

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Willow sighed in exasperation as a silky voice interrupted her calculations.

"Go 'way. I'm thinking." She squinted up at the sky again. <Let's see, if that's...>

Rough hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Angelus glared down at her.

"That wasn't very polite, now, was it?" the vampire hissed at her. "And you're usually such a Nice Girl!"

At the sound of the dreaded words, Willow socked him in the chest with her fist as hard as she could. Luckily, he was still holding on to her arms, so she didn't fall over; he didn't even notice the blow.

"Leggo. I'm gonna be late." She stomped her foot angrily, and swayed harder, only to be held steady by the strong arms holding hers.

Angelus leaned closer to her face and sniffed. <God, he's gorgeous. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorg-e-ous!>

He looked into her eyes, obviously shocked."You're drunk!"

"Nope." Willow smiled at his error. <Stupid vampire.> "Tipsy. Gotta go now. Gonna be late."

"Oh? And what are you going to be late for, exactly? And stop that, it's annoying!" Her swaying abruptly stopped as he pulled her against his chest.

<Hard. Soft. Feels nice.> Willow started stroking his shirt with the hand caught between their bodies, fascinated by the way the moonlight reflected on the black satin. <Gotta get a satin shirt.> Gentle shaking drew her attention back to the vampire in front of her.

"Where...are..you..going?"

"Bronze." Willow smiled happily. "Gonna rape Oz."

"WHAT!?!"

Now Willow was the one annoyed. She spoke carefully and slowly. Obviously, Angelus wasn't paying very close attention. <Stupid vampire.>

"I'm going to the Bronze. I'm going to fuck Oz." She squirmed a little. "Now let go."

"What? You intend to go the The Bronze and force Oz to have sex with you!?! WHY would you do a thing like that!?!" Angelus looked incredulous, and more than a little amused.

Willow did not appreciate his attitude. He was delaying her, and she could feel the world start to come back into focus...and right now, for what she had to do, it was better if things stayed a little fuzzy around the edges. <Stupid vampire.>

"Tired of being the only girl in Sunnydale not getting any. What do you think Cordy is doing in the utility closet with MY Xander? And that skanky ho certainly had a good time in Oz's van." She poked him in the chest with her finger.

"And you're walking, talking proof that Buffy got hers. Now it's MY turn." She looked at him defiantly. <God, he has beautiful eyes. Too bad he's a stupid vampire.>

His chuckle seemed to go in her ears and run down her spine. She shivered.

"Willow, Willow, Willow. You don't do things like other girls, do you? So what made you choose the werewolf for your first, hmmm?"

She tried to formulate an answer, but one of his hands started tracing circles on her back, distracting her.

"Oz is..." she shivered again."...boyfriend. Loves me. Xander doesn't want me."

"Well, they aren't your only options, you know." Willow felt his cool breath on her face as he brought his lips down to speak softly in her ear. "Seems a shame to waste your first time on a mere boy...no experience to speak of, no staying power... no fun..."

Willow chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. She hadn't thought about that. It made sense.

"There's Giles." She sighed deeply. "I love tweed."

"I think the Watcher would put up a bit of a fight, Willow. Better to find someone willing, don't you think? You'd enjoy it so much more."

She jumped as she felt Angelus' tongue gently trace the outside of her ear.

She opened her mouth and started to speak, but couldn't. <Oh, yeah. Gotta remember to breathe.>

"Don't want you. You hurt people."

A nip on her earlobe made her arch her back, pushing her chest more firmly into his.

"Pain. Pleasure. You can't learn all about pain without learning all about pleasure, too. Such a thin line between the two. I can walk the line with you, Willow. I can make you feel things you've never felt before. I can give you such pleasure..."

Pleasure. The way he said the word made it reverberate around her, through her, making her stomach do funny little flips. She was suddenly aware of how close he was holding her, of the way he smelled, of how hard his chest was...and, as she moved slightly trying to remember to breathe, of how hard another part of him was as well.

<Oooh! A Bad Girl thought!> She smiled, pleased with herself, and relaxed against him a little.

"Don't trust you." She may be tipsy, but she wasn't stupid. "It's a trick."

"No trick, Sweet. You know I like virgins...especially willing ones. Besides, chances are you'll regret it in the morning and hate yourself...especially if Buffy finds out. Then you'll feel guilty as hell, too. Why would I deny you such pain?" He nuzzled her cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But tonight, Willow, there's only pleasure."

Willow's world shattered as he captured her lips with his. She moaned and he took advantage of the opportunity to slip his cool tongue into her mouth, running it along her lips, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, stroking her tongue.

After what seemed like an eternity she pulled away, needing to breathe, clutching his shirt to steady herself and make the world stop spinning. <Oz...never...WOW!>

He picked her up and carried her to a secluded spot in the trees, gently depositing her on the grass. <I don't know...> She started to say something, but he cut her off with another kiss. He buried his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingers, holding her mouth to his firmly. He bit her lower lip gently, then nibbled his way down the side of her neck, stopping to suck at the curve of her collarbone.

Willow gasped as she felt her blood catch fire. She'd never felt anything like this before. Every nerve in her body was alive with feeling.

His lips moved down her neck and chest, his sure fingers unbuttoning her shirt, skimming across her breasts as he pushed it away. He ripped away her bra with a growl, cupping a breast in a cool hand, kneading it gently. He gripped the tip of her other breast roughly between his teeth and began drawing on it with his lips.

Willow let out a low keening cry as she felt the incredibly erotic sensations radiate from her breasts throughout her body. She clutched his head to her chest, twining her fingers in his hair, and instinctively rocked her hips against his, rubbing against his erection.

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?"

She bucked as she felt cool fingers push her skirt up her thighs and rip off her panties. At the feel of the cool air on her legs, she instinctively pressed her legs together. Angelus wedged his knee between her legs, opening them, and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh slowly, moving his mouth to her other breast.

His leather clad legs stuck to her sweaty skin, and she moved her hands from his hair to his stomach, ripping open the buttons on the front of his pants.

"Want to feel skin." Willow panted, peeling the leather away from his body.

His skin was cold against her fevered body and she pressed herself against him, rubbing, trying touch every inch of his body with hers.

Angelus growled and moved up to press his mouth against hers again. Willow rose into the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth, sucking and licking his lips and his tongue, exploring the hardness of his teeth.

Angelus' fingers traced the inside of her thigh, finally reaching the hot spot between her legs. With sure fingers he rubbed her wet folds, making Willow shake with a need she had never felt before. Gently, he slipped two fingers inside her, at the same time rubbing her most sensitive spot with his thumb. Willow thrashed and whimpered, wanting, needing, more. She clutched his shoulders and buried her face in the cool skin of his neck, sucking and biting.

She felt his intake of breath as he felt her teeth against his skin. She dug her nails into his shoulders in protest as she felt his fingers withdraw. Angelus' rotated his hips against her, stroking her nether lips with his shaft, cupping her bottom in his cool hands.

The velvet voice in her ear was a bit unsteady. "Tell me what you want, Willow."

Willow tried to ignore the all the incredible sensations she was feeling long enough to focus on his words. "W-w-what?"

"Tell me what you want, my little virgin." Angelus' voice was insistent.

"I want you." Willow wrapped her arms around him, holding him tighter. "I want you inside me."

"Who do you want? Who will you belong to?"

Willow ground her teeth in frustration. <What a time to play games. STUPID VAMPIRE!>

"Angelus!" She hissed. She clamped her thighs together tightly, imprisoning his hardness, and rubbed them together. Relaxing her hold on his shoulders, she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, shivering at the friction. The vampire made a low sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.

"Who do you want, Angelus?"

"Willow!" It was more of a plea than an answer, but it was sufficient.

Willow opened her thighs and thrust her hips up. Angelus length slid into her quickly. A brief stab of pain brought tears to her eyes. They lay there motionless for a moment while Willow got accustomed to the feeling of him inside her. Gradually, her tense muscles began to relax, and she began to rock against him, enjoying the sensation of being filled.

Angelus slowly picked up her motion, moving carefully inside her with long, slow thrusts. Their rhythm began to build, and Willow felt a wild pressure between her thighs.

"Harder...more...too much!" she babbled incoherently.

She felt Angelus' lips on her face, her eyes, her neck. She threw back her head when she felt the nick of teeth at the base of her throat, and a sudden sting as he pierced the skin. His thrusts became frenzied and deeper, and a shudder ran through her as he began to suckle on her neck.

Then Willow came apart.

She bucked against him as rapid explosions began vibrating through her, emanating from the place where their bodies joined. She thought, for a brief moment, that the intensity of the sensations would overwhelm her, and that she would die from the pleasure.

As the last of her tremors subsided, Willow slowly became conscious of the world around her. Her first coherent thought was how good Angelus' heavy body felt on hers...and how nice his tongue felt licking her neck. She relaxed the fingers which had been clutching his shoulders and idly ran them through his hair. <God, he has beautiful hair.>

She let go as Angelus rolled over on his side, propping his head in his hand, watching her. Willow stretched like a cat, then began buttoning her blouse, idly tossing the remains of her bra off into the darkness. As she looked up into the clear night sky, she realized that the world was, indeed, back in sharp focus and the last of the alcohol induced fog had been driven away.

<Wow. WOW!> She tried to come up with a way to describe the way she felt, and couldn't. <W-O-W!!!>

Cold fingers on her neck brought her attention back to the vampire next to her.

"That wasn't in the plan." He rubbed the bite mark gently with his thumb.

"That's usually only part of the program with other vampires." The corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk.

"Virgins are few and far between these days. I guess I got carried away." He moved closer, leaning down to look into Willow's eyes.

"I could have killed you. Did I scare you?"

Willow looked up at his face, etched in shadows by the moonlight. She had to resist the urge to touch his cheek, to run her fingers down the side of his jaw. <God, he's beautiful. Like some etching come to life.>

"No. You didn't scare me...and I'm not scared of you now." Angelus pulled back in surprise as he realized she was speaking the truth.

Willow smiled to herself at his reaction and sat up, straightening her skirt and running her fingers through her hair. She reached over and grabbed his pants and shirt and tossed them to him.

"You should be afraid. Do you know how easy it would be to kill you?" The words were menacing, but the tone was more indignant...and maybe even a little confused.

Willow sighed. "You aren't going to kill me."

She leaned over and looked into his eyes. "If you kill me, we'll never be able to do THAT again." She kissed him swiftly on the lips and stood up.

"I better go. It's getting late." She turned and started to head for home.

She hadn't gone far when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She jumped, startled, and turned to see Angelus behind her, clothes in disarray.

"I'll walk you home."

Willow smiled, then nodded. She turned, and walked into the night.

Angelus couldn't decide who he was madder at...himself or Willow. This whole thing had NOT turned out the way he had planned, and nothing pissed him off more than having things NOT go according to plan. Spike said he was a control freak. Well, he was a God damned Master Vampire. He was SUPPOSED to be in control, for Christ's sake.

Even these blasphemous thoughts didn't lighten his mood.

It was supposed to be simple: seduce the girl, take her virginity, watch her fall apart after she sobered up, make sure Buffy found out, then enjoy the show. He knew the two of them well enough to know what should happen...the sense of betrayal, the recriminations, the soul-gnawing guilt, the tears.

<I just love tears.>

But Willow wasn't cooperating. Not only had she actively partcipated in her own deflowering, she had enjoyed the whole thing. <Well, she was supposed to enjoy it...that makes them feel even worse later...but she wasn't supposed to enjoy it THAT much.> And so far, she showed no signs of falling apart. He figured she'd run like hell when he offered to walk her home, and all she'd done was smile at him.

<God damn her to hell, she isn't supposed to be acting this way!>

He hadn't helped matters any, biting her like that. He hadn't meant to. He'd only done that with Darla, or Drusilla; it was a vampire thing. You had sex with humans, or you bit them and drank their blood...you didn't fuck and feed at the same time. The thought was disgusting.

But it hadn't been.

It was wonderful.

Just thinking about the way she had tasted made him want to grab her and taste her again, right now. Such innocence and passion...wisdom and naivete...sweetness and pain...anger and love.

It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Nothing he could have even imagined.

His plan was royally screwed, and he knew it.

But he didn't have to like it.

"Angel?" Willow's soft voice interrupted his brooding.

<Shit! I thought I'd given that up for good when I got rid of my soul. Damn it.>

"I live here."

He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd walked right past her house. He turned and retraced his steps, following her to the door.

<She smells good. Like cinnamon and roses. And grass. And sex. And me.>

Willow unlocked the door and stood in the doorway, just staring at him. The light from the porch made her hair shine like copper silk. He tried to remember if it felt as soft as it looked.

"Well, thanks."

Angelus watched as she blushed under his scrutiny, and her pale face flushed red with blood. The reminder of how wonderful she had tasted made him smile, and he said the first thing that came to mind.

"No. Thank YOU."

Willow turned to go inside, but his hand reached out and caught her. He crushed his lips to hers, hard, meaning to hurt her, to remind her of exactly who and what he was. He could tell she was surprised, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she welcomed the kiss, sighing into his mouth and moving her lips beneath his.

<Even her lips taste sweet!> The thought brought him to his senses and Angelus backed away suddenly. Willow stumbled, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and hold her.

<No, no, no! This is NOT how it's supposed to go!> He let his anger fill him until there wasn't room for anything else. It was time to be in control again. To hunt, and to kill.

He headed out into the night without looking back.

Willow held on to the door jamb and watched Angelus disappear in the darkness. She closed the front door behind her and made her way to her room, letting her unconscious guide her. Her conscious mind, now free from the fog the alcohol had created earlier, was busy trying to sort out exactly what had just happened.

<I, Willow Rosenberg, nicest of the Nice Girls, just had sex. For the first time. In a park. On the ground. With a vampire. Who bit me. A Bad, Bad vampire. Buffy's ex-vampire.> She rubbed her temple. She could feel a headache starting.<And it was incredible. REALLY incredible.>

She waited for the feelings which should be appearing any minute now. Remorse. Guilt. Despair. Fear.

All she felt was a pounding in her head and slight dizzyness.

Willow stumbled into her bathroom and gulped down some aspirin. Making her way back into her room, she took her clothes off and threw them in a pile on the floor of her closet. She slipped her Snoopy sleepshirt over her head and closed the closet door, catching her reflection in the mirror. She looked at herself appraisingly.

"I don't look any different!" As she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear she caught sight of the two small marks on her neck. Tilting her head slightly to examine them in more detail with her fingers, she noticed the skin around them was red and tender. She was going to have to be careful not to let anyone see this. <Darn it, why didn't I pay more attention to Cordy's lesson in Hickey Camoflauge 101?>

Cordelia and Xander were too wrapped up in each other; they'd never notice the marks. And Giles was too involved in his books. But if Buffy or Oz noticed...

<There. That was guilt. Definitely a pang of guilt.> Willow flopped down on the bed, ignoring the way it made her head pound harder, and stared at the ceiling. She made herself think about her best friend.

<Buffy. Yep. Definite guilt potential there. I just had sex with her ex-honey. But it's not like they were still together or anything! I mean, well, they didn't exactly really break up, but Angel lost his soul and tried to kill her...that more or less means the relationship was over, doesn't it?> At the thought of him, her mind immediately wandered to the way Angelus looked the last time she saw him, standing on her porch, dark and dangerous and beautiful...right before she said "Thank you."

She groaned at the memory. What had she been thinking, to say something so inane? <I can't believe I really said that. I guess it's vague enough, anyway. It could have meant anything."Thanks for walking me home.", "Thanks for not killing me.", "Thanks for the incredible sex.">

She crawled up into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, hooking her arm around her teddy bear and squeezing him tight. She would not think about sex. Especially not sex and Angelus. That made her body feel all tingly and her stomach go all funny. Sort of like when Oz kissed her, only a hundred times worse.

Oz. <Oh, God, what about Oz?> Oz loved her...at least, he loved the part of her he knew. The part he wanted to know. Sometimes Willow thought he ignored anything about her that didn't fit into his perconceived image of what "his Willow" was like. He saw more of the real her than any of the others, but it still wasn't the whole picture.

None of them saw the whole Willow. Xander saw his good buddy "Will" and Oz saw his Nice Girl girlfriend and Buffy saw her ever-supportive best friend and Giles saw Research Girl. They expected "their Willow" to behave in a certain way, and most of the time she went along. It was easier that way...and she didn't have to worry about what would happen if they decided they didn't like "their Willow" any more.

But tonight, she'd gotten drunk - no, tipsy! - and done some things "their Willow" would never have done. She'd been foolish and brave and sexual and bold.

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered just whose Willow this one was.

Willow threw herself into her schoolwork and research the next few days, trying not to think about what had happened between her and Angelus. Most of the time, she could forget about him, about how he had made her feel when he touched her, how she had felt when she touched him. But once in awhile, it would all rush back, and she would remember every feeling, every detail. She knew she should forget about it, but she couldn't...and she didn't know what to do about it.

Oz was surprised when Willow refused to discuss what Juliette had told her about the two of them. He was on his best behaviour, calling her for no reason, bringing her gummi bears and fake tattoos, showing up for classes on time and putting in extra effort in the smoochie department.

Unfortunately, things just weren't the same.

It's not that she didn't enjoy enjoy making out with Oz. Kissing him was nice, and warm, and sweet, and comfortable...it just didn't make her feel the way she did when Angelus had kissed her. It was missing what she had come to secretly call "the WOW! factor."

She wanted to talk to someone about her feelings, but who? Normally, she would have poured out her heart to Buffy - that's what best friends were for, after all -

but everytime Willow tried to bring it up, she stopped short, unable to figure out a way to tell Buffy about what had happened and how she was feeling without bringing up Angel.

Willow was trying, for the thousandth time, to come up with a way to broach the subject when she realized Buffy had said something to her.

"Huh?" <Great, I sound like Xander!> Willow looked at Buffy, standing next to her, stock still, listening intently. Willow strained her ears, trying to hear whatever it was the Slayer had heard. She picked up the sounds of the wind through the grass, leaves falling on headstones, and the occasional creak of a branch...just the usual sounds she heard when patrolling the cemetary.

"My spider sense is on overload, Will. There's something here." Willow looked around, trying not to panic. <I hate it when the bad guys do the invisible thing. It's not fair.>

Willow heard Buffy gasp softly, and spun around to see Angelus suddenly appear in front of them. He stood still, just watching them, the shadows from the moonlight making him look like a black and white etching come to life. <God, he's gorgeous...and he sure knows how to make an entrance.>

"Hello, Lover." Angelus took a few steps towards the mesmerized pair. "Miss me?"

Buffy stepped forward, putting herself between Willow and the vampire, and raised the stake in her hand. "Not really."

Angelus' smirked as his eyes skimmed over the blonde to rest on the redhead behind her. "Sorry, Slayer. I wasn't talking to you."

Willow could feel herself blush. She was glad it was dark. Maybe neither of them would notice the effect his words had had on her. She looked at Buffy, wishing she could see her friend's face so she could at least guess at what she was thinking.

Willow found herself looking at Angelus, almost against her will. She had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him. <Bad Willow! No touching! You did quite enough touching the other night. Touching just leads to...> She felt herself blush deeper and dropped her eyes to the ground at her feet.

"It isn't safe to go wandering around in the dark, Lover." He took another step forward, never taking his eyes off Willow.

"Stop right there." Buffy sounded confused, but determined. "I don't know what game you're playing, but we're not interested."

Angelus laughed softly. The sound seemed to wrap itself around Willow, making her shiver. "Speak for yourself, Slayer. Willow likes my games. Don't you, Lover?"

His voice dropped to a sultry purr. "Especially when we play one-on-one."

"Run!" Willow looked up at the sound of Buffy's voice to see two vampires rush the Slayer from either side. Willow stood, frozen, as her friend kicked the first vampire to reach her, sending him sprawling, and turned to meet the other head on with a stake in her hand.

"Sorry, Willow, no time to enjoy the show!" Before she knew what was happening, Angelus had an arm wrapped around Willow's waist and had pulled her off of her feet. He took off at high speed, carrying her as if she weighed next to nothing.

"Buffy!" Willow looked back to where they had left her friend fighting off the two assailants. They were out of the cemetary now, and running down a dark side street she'd never seen before.

"Stop squirming!" Angelus' arm tightened fractionally around her waist, and she ceased struggling. "The Slayer will be fine. Those two idiots must be dead by now. They were just a distraction."

"Distraction?" Willow repeated. Fear and excitement warred within her when she realized what had just happened.

Angelus had arranged to kidnap her.

"Distraction?" Willow repeated. Fear and excitement warred within her when she realized what had just happened.

Angelus had arranged to kidnap her.

Part 6

The fear and excitement were tinged with guilt. What if Buffy got hurt because of her? She wished she was as sure as Angelus that the two vampires had been dusted easily.

"Are you sure that-"

"Positive. They were fledglings. All I had handy at the time. Kind of a waste, really, but easy come, easy go." He sighed dramatically. "There are always more where those came from."

Memories of vampires newly risen from the grave flashed in her mind, and Willow shuddered.

Angelus slipped down an alleyway and in the side door of a dark building. Shifting Willow in his arms, he unlocked another door and went in, kicking the door shut behind him. Willow couldn't help her sharp intake of breath as it closed, leaving them in complete darkness. She jumped at the sound of his voice coming out of the darkness.

"Home, sweet home. Mi casa es su casa."

He set her down on her feet and Willow heard him move across the room. Suddenly, the room was bathed in a warm glow of light. Willow blinked, then looked around quickly, noting the apartment's dark leather furnishings and heavy wood furniture.<Very goth. Looks like a typical bachelor pad as featured in Vampires Quarterly.>

Angelus moved slowly across the room towards her. Willow eyes opened wide. <That's not walking, that's stalking. Definitely stalking.> Willow backed up slowly, trying to keep some distance between them.

"What do you want?" She was pleased at how calm her voice sounded. She hardly sounded afraid at all. <Finally, years of dealing with the spawn of hell is paying off. I'm getting better at this.>

"You. And I got you, too. Plus the Slayer is confused as hell, probably worried sick, and feeling incredibly guilty that she didn't protect you from me." Angelus sighed in satisfaction. "All in all, a good night's work, wouldn't you say?"

Willow moved back faster as the vampire came closer. <Geez, he's big. And handsome. No, I think gorgeous is a better word. Giles and Xander are handsome. Oz is good looking. He's...gorgeous.>

"You're not afraid of me, are you, Lover?" He sounded amused. "What's there to be afraid of? After all, if I kill you, we'd never be able to do THAT again, would we?"

Willow felt herself blush as her words were thrown back at her. <I am never, ever drinking alcohol again. Ever. Not even Nyquil.> She felt her back hit a wall, and sagged against it. Angelus stopped less than a foot in front of her, eyes locked on hers.

"Have you been thinking about doing THAT again, Willow?" he asked conversationally. The question made her stomach do a flip. The vampire moved closer still, his eyes boring into hers.

"Or maybe you've been doing more than thinking about it. What were you and the werewolf doing in his van last night, hmmm?"

Willow was shocked by the question. He knew that she and Oz had been together in his van last night. <He's been watching me! Doing what!?!> She tried to remember everything she'd done, everywhere she'd been, the last few nights, but it was a blur. She jumped as a he placed a strong arm against the wall by her head, leaning over her.

"I asked you a question, Willow. I expect an answer."

"Nothing! We weren't doing anything! Really!" Willow shivered as cool fingers trailed down the side of her neck, finally resting on the remains of the puncture marks from their previous encounter.

"You expect me to believe that a healthy teenage boy and a beautiful girl spent an hour and a half parked in a van doing nothing?"

<Did he have a stopwatch with him?> A thrill went up her spine when she realized he'd called her beautiful. <He thinks I'm beautiful!?! Maybe he's just being nice. But he's not nice, he's bad. Really, really bad. So that means he must really think I'm beautiful.> Her musings were cut short as the fingers at her neck pressed at the tender spot, causing tears to come to her eyes.

"Tell me the truth, Willow," Angelus growled.

She blinked back the tears.

"We were just talking! And...you know, kissing and stuff. That's all! Just kissing...no stuff, even, really...just...kissing."

Willow relaxed a little when he stopped scowling and smiled.

"Good. I would have been very...unhappy...if you'd done anything else." His smile disappeared.

"I don't like to share, Willow. What's mine is mine. And NO ONE touches what's mine. Not if they want to live."

Willow had a brief moment of confusion before the implications of what he meant suddenly became clear. Before she could pursue the thought any further, she was distracted by the feel of Angelus' body pressing hers into the wall, and his face burying itself in her hair.

"Do you know how good you smell?"

She could feel her pulse in her throat, and her breath quickening. She was startled when she felt cool satin under her fingers; she didn't remember putting her arms around him. Without even thinking, she ran her fingers down the hard planes of his back, tracing the bones softly. She felt him shudder and press closer to her.

"What are you doing to me!?!" he hissed softly in her ear.

Willow froze momentarily. She'd been asking herself the same question. Suddenly, rational though became impossible as she felt cold hands snake their way underneath her t-shirt to massage her back. She shuddered and pressed herself closer to Angelus.

She gasped when a hand in her hair pulled her head back sharply. Angelus lips captured hers in a kiss that made her dizzy with need. He nipped and licked and sucked until her mouth felt bruised and swollen. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"Who do you belong to, Willow?"

Willow was confused, and part of her mind rebelled at the question. This was not a good idea. She shouldn't do this again. Not with Buffy's Angel. He belonged to Buffy, at least he used to. And Willow didn't belong to him. She belonged to...<no, not Oz. I don't belong to anyone, not really.> She tried to focus enough to put her objections into words. "Angel..."

"Wrong answer." He kissed her again with the same urgency, lips and tongue devouring her mouth. By the time he pulled away, she was sure she'd pass out from lack of oxygen. His lips and tongue traced a trail down her neck. "Try again."

Her skin was on fire where his lips and hands touched it. It became harder to think clearly the more he touched her. Willow gasped as she felt his hardness when his hips rocked against hers, pinning her against the wall. She felt his hands on her back again, and suddenly her arms were over her head and her t- shirt and bra were gone. Cool hands closed on her breasts, kneading and rubbing.

Angelus' tongue traced the outside of her ear, before he nipped at her delicate ear lobe. "Tell me who you belong to, Willow. Tell me."

Willow's forehead dropped to his shoulder and her hands clutched his shoulders as she surrendered.

"Angelus." The name was a strangled whisper.

"Right answer." Willow's head flew up as she felt her feet leave the ground. Before she knew what was happening she was being lowered on to satin covered sheets.

She squeaked when she felt Angelus' hands tugging her skirt and panties down her legs. She could feel herself start to blush as the last of her clothes hit the floor, but forgot all about her embarassment when his body covered hers and their lips met in a fierce kiss. Willow buried her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to hers, tongue exploring and tasting. Her breasts rubbed against the satin of his shirt, giving her goose bumps. When she finally pulled free she was panting.

Angelus stood up and Willow's head fell back against the satin sheets, her hair spilling around her. The vampire quickly pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. <I wonder if the satin thing is a vampire thing, or an Angelus thing...> Her thought ended abruptly when he stepped out of his leather pants.

Willow sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, fascinated by her first real sight of a naked man. <Well, up close and personal, anyway. Especially one who's definitely...very...> She put her hand out tentatively and stopped, looking up at Angelus' face. "Can I..."

His eyes were dark and glittered in the low light. "Touch me." It was more of an entreaty than an demand.

Willow gently ran the tips of her fingers down the side of his erection, pulling back, startled, at the moan that resulted. Growing bolder, she slid the fingers of one hand around it and traced the unfamiliar contours, leaving a trail of warmth on his cold skin. <It's so hard...but it's so soft, too.> She used her other hand to investigate lower, feeling the soft skin of the sacs below his hardness. He moaned again, deeper, and at the sound something low in her stomach turned to liquid. She squirmed a little, feeling the grow moisture between her legs.

Willow bent her head closer to get a better view, and felt Angelus shudder as her hair brushed his thighs. Unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do next, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and ran it across the tip of his shaft, her fingers continuing their explorations. Another long shudder ran through him.

Curious to see what other reactions she could elicit, Willow ran her tongue down the side, kissing and licking her way back up to the top, swirling her tongue around the head. She jumped, startled, as Angelus' hands closed on her shoulders, clutching her tight. Her fingers never stopping their dance, she kissed the tip, pulling it into her mouth just slightly. The hands on her shoulders moved to her hair, clutching her head. He growled and threw his head back.

Willow smiled at his reaction....at his reaction to her, to what she was doing. For the first time in her life, she knew what it was to feel strong and beautiful and full of power. A woman's power.

"Angelus." Willow's hands grew bolder, touching, squeezing, rubbing. She licked and nipped her way down the side of his erection, taking just the tip into her mouth again for a brief moment, letting her teeth scrape gently along the underside of the head.

"Who do you belong to?" The question was gentle.

Angelus growled again, deeper, and pulled her head up to look at her face. His thumbs moved across her cheeks softly and his expression softened.

"Willow." He said her name with wonder.

"Right answer." In one move, Willow engulfed his cold hardness with her warm mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling. She felt his fingers tighten on her head, moving it, setting a rythym.

Suddenly, the rythym was broken as he pulled himself free. Strong hands pushed her back on the bed, and she shivered as his cold body covered hers. Angelus' hand nudged her legs apart and she moaned as she felt him slide two fingers into her wetness. She thrashed her hips as he plunged them in and out. It was wonderful, but it wasn't enough.

"Please-" she gasped, not sure what she was asking for.

Angelus' fingers withdrew and his erection slid into her, filling her. He hissed as her muscles instinctively tightened, then groaned as she lifted her hips, driving him deeper. He began to move in her, his mouth smothering her moans. Willow met his thrusts eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to bring him as close to her as she physically could.

He kissed her face, her chest, throat. His tongue left a trail of cold fire on her fevered skin. Willow rode the waves of pleasure, feeling herself being carried higher and higher by every touch, every stroke, until she thought she couldn't possible stand any more. She came with a shudder, clutching Angelus to her tightly, caught in a swirling sea of sensation. As the waves of pleasure receded, she felt a sting as his fangs broke the skin on her neck. She was filled with warmth as his lips fastened on her neck, sucking, while he thrust into her, hard and fast. The pleasure started building again, faster, and she screamed as her second orgasm slammed into her.

Willow lay there, spent, amazed at what had just happened. <That was...wow. WOW! Now I know what all the fuss is about!> She looked up into Angelus face and blushed when she found him watching her intently.

"So, I guess I don't need to ask if it was good for you, too." He bent his head to lick gently at the new puncture marks in her neck. <Well, at least its not on the same side as last time...now I have a matched set.>

Willow sat up quickly as he rolled off of her. She pulled futilely at the sheet under them, trying to grab enough of the fabric to cover herself.

"Willow!" Angelus sounded amused. He pulled away the little of the sheet she'd managed to bring up in front of her chest. "You needn't bother covering yourself up. It isn't anything I haven't seen before. Or touched, for that matter." She shivered as his hand wrapped around her waist. "Or kissed..." He dropped a quick kiss on her shoulder. "Or licked..." His tongue licked a trail around her collar bone and she shivered.

She felt his cool breath on her chest as he sighed. "I think we'd better stop there. Much as I'd like to do THAT again, we better get you home before Buffy gets too worried, don't you think?"

Angelus couldn't keep from smiling as he watched the play of emotions on Willow's face. <So, I made you forget all about Buffy, did I? Well, I doubt if Buffy has forgotten about either of us.> He reached out and touched Willow's eyelash gently, catching a tear before it could fall, and brought his finger to his lips. <What are the tears for, I wonder. Guilt? Sorrow? Shame? Doesn't matter, they're all delicious.>

Willow wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand and took a deep breath. She got up and began to put her clothes on calmly, ignoring the vampire watching her. He felt momentary surprise, and something strangely akin to pride.<She's stronger than I thought.>

Angelus followed Willow as she left the bedroom. She retrieved the rest of her clothing and continued to dress in silence, never once acknowledging his presence. He began to feel slightly annoyed. No one ignored him! <How dare she act like I'm not here! This is my game. We play by my rules.> He decided it was time to remind her of his presence.

"Wait for me to get dressed. I'll walk you home." It was an order.

"No, thanks." Willow didn't look at him. "I'll be fine."

Angelus moved to stand in front of her. As she backed away, he reached out and caught her chin and turned her face to look at him.

"That wasn't a request, Sweet." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "I meant what I said before. It isn't safe for you to go wandering around in the dark. I'll walk you home."

Willow's eyes filled with tears, and she jerked her head out of his grasp. "What do you care what happens to me? All you want to do is hurt Buffy. Well, it worked, okay? And if something gets me on the way home, it'll hurt her even more. Think how much fun that'll be for you."

<Damn her! Does she really think I'd let anything happen to her, no matter what it would do to the Slayer?> Angelus struggled not to give in to his rising anger.

"Nothing is going to happen to you, Willow. I intend to see to that. I take care of what is mine."

"I AM NOT YOURS!" Willow choked back a sob. "I don't know what is going on, or what you did to me, or how I'm going to explain this to Buffy, but I do know I don't belong to you. I can't. I won't!"

Angelus lost his struggle for control as the anger washed through him. <Does she think she has a choice? That I have a choice, anymore? Doesn't she feel it? She has to; I can't be the only one!> He grabbed Willow around the waist and lifted her up until she was looking straight into his eyes.

"Understand this, Willow. You ARE mine. You carry my scent, and my mark on your neck, and my seed in your womb. I can taste your blood in my mouth and feel it move through me. You're mine, whether you like it or not, and you have been since that first night. You have no choice in the matter, and neither do I. Do you think I ENJOY following you around, remembering how you smell and feel and taste...wanting you, and having to watch that boy put his hands all over you!?!" Angelus was shaking Willow in time with his words. When he finished, he dropped her back on to her feet.

He spun swiftly, pausing before going back into the bedroom. "You're mine. Better learn to live with it, Sweet, because that's the way it is."

When Angelus came back, dressed, Willow was leaning against the wall, her head down, tears falling. For a minute he watched, unsure what to do, angry at himself and the girl in front of him. <Damn it! Why can't I enjoy this more!?!>

"Why is this happening? What did you do to me, Angel?" The words were spoken so softly only a vampire could have heard them.

Angelus gave an exasperated sigh. "I don't know why. I didn't do anything. I could ask you the same question: what did YOU do to ME?" <Not to mention, "And how do I undo it?">

He went on in. "I'd say I'm sorry you're so unhappy, but we'd both know I was lying. You'll have to make do with knowing it wasn't intentional...this time." He moved towards Willow slowly, and gathered her into his arms. He held her until the tears stopped, then brushed the hair out of her face with carefully.

"We need to get you home. It's getting late." Willow scrubbed her face with the palms of her hands, removing most of the tears. <She looks like a little kid when she does that.>

"Do you have a bathroom? I need to...well, I should..."

Angelus nodded towards the bedroom. "First door on the left. All the modern conveniences...except a mirror, I'm afraid." Willow smiled weakly and pulled away.

"I'll just be a minute."

Angelus' eyes followed her as she left the room. <Women. It's so much easier when you can just kill 'em when you're done with them.>

Willow was silent all the way home. She didn't know WHAT she was going to tell Buffy. She didn't want to lie to her, but she didn't feel like telling her friend everything that had happened, either. <How much does Buffy have a right to know? I mean, Buffy and Angel were...I mean they...but Angelus isn't Angel, is he? Not really. Now they're enemies. So that makes it wrong, too, but do I have to tell her we...oh, God, what am I gonna do!?!>

Willow hadn't found any answers by the time she and Angelus reached her house. She wanted nothing more to run upstairs and hide, but, being a nice girl, she remembered her manners and thanked her escort first.

"Thanks, Angel. For walking me home, I mean." <As opposed to "Thanks for screwing up my life."> Willow had a feeling she wasn't being totally fair to him, but she didn't care. She hated what was happening, what was going to happen when she saw Buffy again.

Willow was surprised, and a little angry, when the vampire pulled her into his arms and held her close, stroking and kissing her hair. <I hate it when he does that! It's not fair! He did the same thing right before we left the apartment, being all...all...sweet and Angel-like.> She felt the tears starting again.

"You need to do something for me, Willow. For yourself, too." Angelus voice was low, his lips inches from her ear. "Don't call me Angel. I'm Angelus, not Angel. Angel was the Slayer's lapdog. That pathetic weakling is gone, and he's not coming back." He drew back and looked into Willow's eyes.

"Whatever is happening here is happening between Willow and Angelus, not Angel. You BELONG to Angelus. You better understand that, and make the slayer understand it, too. I've let her live this long because I've enjoyed watching her suffer, knowing that when she looks at me, she remembers him and blames herself for losing him. But if she interferes, if she tries to take you away from me, I WILL kill her. I promise you that." Willow saw the fire in his eyes, and did not doubt the sincerity of his statement.

Angelus leaned down and kissed her gently. "Go inside. Let your friends know you're alright." He turned and left.

Willow stumbled inside and shut the door behind her. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry her eyes out, but she knew Buffy would be worried about her, so she forced herself to go to the phone and dial her friend's number.

Trying to sound as normal as possible, Willow left a message with Buffy's mother. The lies came easier than she expected. She and Buffy had gotten separated earlier...she was home now, safe, and didn't want Buffy to worry about her...would Mrs. Summers make sure her daughter got the message?

The next call was to the library; same message, except for the lie. She was home, she was safe, don't worry. Her duty done, Willow dragged herself up the stairs to her room.

She sat on her bed in the dark, trying not to think. She closed her eyes, tired and worn out emotionally and physically.

Willow's eyes snapped open at the sound of knocking on her front door. <I must have dozed off!> She jumped up and turned on the light, trying to get her bearings.

"Willow!" Buffy's voice came through the door, and the knocking turned into banging.

Frantically, Willow ran to the mirror, trying to fix her hair, horrified at her swollen eyes and tear streaked face. <Oh, my God! My neck! Look at those marks on my neck!> She yanked open a drawer and pulled out a turtleneck sweatshirt, pulling it over her t-shirt. She was hot already; how was she going to explain needing this!?! Willow ran to the French doors of her balcony, throwing them open to the cold night air.

"I'm coming!" She called in the general direction of the porch, and hurried downstairs.

Willow threw open the door and found one very harried, very cranky, very worried slayer.

"Will!?!" Buffy threw her arms around Willow. "I got your message. Are you alright!?! Did he hurt you?" Buffy pulled back and raked her eyes over Willow, looking for signs of injury. "Are your mom and dad home?"

Willow looked at the clock and realized how late it was. "They'll be home soon. And I'm fine, really. No visible marks or scars." Her attempted levity fell flat.

Buffy closed the door and hustled her friend up the stairs. "Your room. We have to talk, and we don't need your parents interrupting."

<I don't want to talk! I want to run! I want to hide! I want to sink into the ground and disappear off the face of the earth!> Willow reluctantly allowed herself to be towed into her bedroom, and the door closed behind her.

"It's cold in here." <Not when you have on a t-shirt and sweatshirt.> Buffy went to shut the doors letting in the cool breeze, but Willow stopped her.

"I like the breeze. Clears my head."

"O-o-kay. You're back, you're uninjured, your head is clear, now how about telling me what the hell is going on? What was all that crap in the cemetery about? Why did Angel grab you, where the hell did he take you and -" the blonde stepped closer to the redhead, pinning her with her eyes. " -what the hell happened when you got there?"

"It's sort of, well, complicated." Willow's voice trailed off. "I mean, I don't know exactly what happened. I mean, I know Angelus wanted to um, talk to me, and he sort of kidnapped me to do it, but you don't have to worry, he didn't hurt me. He wouldn't. Really. I'm okay."

Buffy's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Would you listen to what you're saying!?! A vampire doesn't just kidnap someone and drag them off for a chat. He must have tried to do SOMETHING to you. "

<Oh, we did SOMETHING all right. > Willow tried not to think about all the...interesting 'somethings' that Angelus had done to her.

"He...he...kind of likes me." Willow knew how lame that sounded, but she couldn't think of a way to tell her friend the truth. <What am I supposed to say, "He thinks he owns me, mind, body and soul"? "My body seems pretty convinced he's right, even if the rest of me isn't"!?!>

"He likes you." Buffy's repeated the statement and her eyes narrowed. "Likes you how much?"

Willow swallowed and looked at the floor. "A lot."

Willow looked up, startled, and gasped as fingers closed around her wrist with supernatural strength and she felt herself being yanked towards her friend. "Exactly how much is 'a lot'!?!" Buffy's eyes blazed. Willow turned suddenly and looked at the balcony, until Buffy dragged her attention back to the matter at hand by tightening her grip on Willow's wrist painfully.

"Buffy! You're hurting me!"

"Answer the question!"

"A lot is...a lot!" There was a world of meaning in those two words. "I'm sorry, Buffy!"

"I thought you were my friend! I trusted you!" Buffy sounded almost hysterical.

Willow fought the urge to try and wrench her wrist away, despite the pain; she knew how easily it could break.

"I didn't mean to do it, it just happened! And it's not Angel, it's Angelus!" Willow's words were strangled.

"You know how I felt about him! How much I love him!"

"Please, Buffy! I know you're hurt, but it's not Angel, it's Angelus. I never even looked at Angel, you know that!"

"Do I?" Buffy gave her wrist one last twist and released it. Willow clutched it to her chest and whimpered in pain.

"I don't know anything anymore. " The slayer turned and ran out without a backward glance, slamming the door behind her, leaving Willow in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Willow closed her eyes and fought tears. <I know she's hurt, but how could she? And all she cares about is her feelings. She never once seemed to be worried about me. I'm supposed to be her friend, aren't I?> She lifted her head at the sound from the balcony.

"You might as well come in. I heard you growl when she grabbed me; I know you're there. Did you enjoy the show?"

Angelus quickly crossed over to Willow and dropped on to his knees next to her, gently pulling her arm towards him to examine her the purple bruises appearing on her wrist. "That bitch!"

"Try to move your hand." Angelus cradled her hand and watched as Willow complied, wincing. "The bitch is lucky she didn't break it. But she's going to pay for this."

"No! You've hurt her-we've hurt her-enough." Willow turned away from the vampire and slumped back against the bed. Suddenly, she just wanted this whole nightmare to be over. "Just go home."

"I'm not leaving you like this. Oh, Willow..." Willow felt him pull her against his chest. As he wrapped his arms around her, Willow felt the tears come, and she lay there, sobbing her heart out.

After a long time, the sobs stopped, and Willow's breathing became regular and slow. Angelus picked her up gently and placed her on the bed, brushing her hair back from her sleeping face. Kissing her gently on the forehead, he slipped out the doors on to the balcony and into the night.

Angelus stalked down the streets of Sunnydale towards home, hoping to run into the Slayer. <I'll kill the stupid little bitch for hurting Willow like that. Who the hell does she think she is! Staking US is one thing, but hurting Willow...> He felt his rage begin to spiral out of control. <She's mine, damn it. And no one hurts her but me.>

In his mind Angelus could just picture what it would be like, feel the rush as his hands wrapped around the Slayers slender neck, his hands absorbing her warmth, then hearing the crack as he twisted just right. She'd never touch Willow again.

Of course, after that, he probably wouldn't, either.

That thought made him feel all cold and hollow inside. It took him a moment to recognize exactly what the feeling was.

Fear.

For the first time in his undead life, Angelus was afraid.

He was afraid of losing Willow. Of never, ever touching her again, or hearing her say his name, or being inside of her, or tasting her blood.

He hated the feeling. He tried to deny it, to deny this...weakness, but he couldn't.

<I need her. I fucking NEED her.> Angelus' fear gave way to anger again at the realization, and he scanned the deserted streets in disgust.<Why is there never anyone around when you really need to kill someone!?!>

Angelus reached the mansion just before daylight. It had taken him some time to find a victim, and in the end he'd had to settle for a run of the mill vagrant. His hunger for blood had been satisfied, but the kill had been too easy to assuage the rage that boiled inside of him.

"Cutting it kind of close, aren't you, Mate?" Distracted and in a hurry to get inside before the sun rose, Angelus hadn't seen Spike sitting quietly in the corner of the living room.

"Worried about me? Or did Dru spend the night asking for me again?" Angelus snickered at Spike's involuntary expression of pain. "I'm a big boy, Spikey. I can look after myself...unlike some people."

Spike opened his mouth to retort, only to shut it again as he caught sight of Drusilla entering the room.

"I thought I heard my Angel! You've been a ver-y naughty boy, staying out all night, making me worry about you." Drusilla smiled coyly and threw her arms around Angelus' neck.

"No one asked you to worry about me." Angelus put his hands on Drusilla's waist and pulled her away from him gently, ignoring her pout of protest. "I don't have to account for myself to either of you two."

Drusilla's eyes narrowed and she tried to pull herself closer to Angelus, who held her firmly away from his body. She growled softly. "You've been a VERY naughty boy, haven't you? I can smell her on you...all sweet and sticky, like marshmallows." She tilted her head to the side, watching his face. "It's not that nasty old Slayer...SHE smells like death and angry things. Who have you been playing with, Daddy?"

Angelus tried to stay calm. "Who or what I play with is none of your damned business, Dru. Drop it."

Drusilla struggled tighten her hold on Angelus, but he kept her at a slight distance, not allowing her to press herself against him . " It's not nice to keep secrets! Who is she?" Drusilla's voice had an edge of hysteria.

Angelus shoved her away from him roughly, and she staggered back, releasing her hold on his neck. Before she could react, Spike moved his wheelchair between the two vampires, and caught Drusilla's hand in his.

"I'm sure it was nothing, Pet. After all, he wasn't with the Slayer, so it's not like we have to worry about him turning into Soul Boy again. Let's just let it go, shall we?" Spike's voice was calm.

"NO! I WON'T! " Drusilla screamed hysterically. "If he won't tell me, I'll ask Miss Edith who she is...and I'll find her! It's not fair! He doesn't need anyone else! He has me! " She pulled away from Spike's grasp and balled her hands into fists. "I won't share my daddy again! I'll kill her first!"

Angelus felt the last of his self control vanish at the sound of the threat. He felt his face change and a low growl came from his chest. Reaching over Spike, he grabbed Drusilla's arm and shook her like a rag doll.

"Don't even think about it, you little bitch! I made you, and I can destroy you just as easily. Stay out of my life, or so help me, you will be begging me to finish you off and end your misery." Spike reached up and, after a brief struggle, pulled Drusilla's arm out of Angelus' grasp.

"He hurt me!" Drusilla keened. "And it's all her fault!" Angelus growled and reached for Drusilla again, only to have Spike shove her back and block his arm.

"Shut up, Dru!" Spike ordered. "That's enough. Forget it." Drusilla whimpered and Angelus hissed in response.

"Am I the only one here who thinks we're overacting a bit to a night out!?! Cool off, both of you, before you do something we'll all be sorry for later. " Angelus glared at Spike and stormed out of the room.

Drusilla crumpled to the floor and buried her face in Spike's lap, crying. Spike stroked her hair and sighed. "There, there, Princess. It's all over now. Everything will be fine tomorrow." Drusilla's wails grew louder in response.

Spike closed his eyes in resignation, knowing it was going to be a long day.