Entangled Series

Author: amyvamp (amyvamp@aol.com)

Rating: R, strong language, implies Slash!

Setting: Post Lovers Walk; in my mind and in the true Buffy universe, Angel is Spike’s Sire. (Because that’s the only way it should be dammit!)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius mind of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc. Just borrowing them to feed my wicked imagination.

Feedback: Please, Please!

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~Part: 1~ Conversation

"I know what I’ll do. I’ll just go find Dru and torture her until she loves me again. It always worked before," Spike said with his signature smirk. Sauntering toward the door of the magic shop, he turned to stare at Buffy and Angel.

"You’ll find your friends at the factory. No hard feelings?" Spike chuckled and strode out the door, leaving Buffy and Angel to stare after him, dumbfounded.

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<Why me?> Willow thought despairingly. The accounts of the last 48 hours couldn’t escape her mind. She had been kidnapped by Spike, kissed Xander and lost her boyfriend to her... adultery, she thought vehemently. She flung herself across her bed, staring at the ceiling. <What the hell do I do now?>

She was unsure of how to react to the "kissage". <It was just nerves, yeah, I was frightened. Xander was hurt, and we just got caught up.> The hurt, etched on Oz and Cordelia's face, flooded her mind. Their betrayal so evident. Xander had called to say that Cordelia had refused to see him at the hospital. He was choking back tears as he hung up the phone. No one had seen Oz since he had left the factory.

<FUCK!>

<I have to get out of here. I can't just lay here and torture myself.> She grabbed her jacket off the chair and headed for the comfort only the night could bring.

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Willow wandered aimlessly through the streets of Sunnydale. Her mind didn't register the people around her or where exactly she was headed. So caught up in her thoughts, she was shocked to find herself in front of the Crawford Street mansion Angel occupied.

Without a second thought, she wandered into the garden. She was surprised to see Angel sitting on the stone bench with his head in his hands.

" Angel..." Willow said softly.

Angel raised his head slowly. His eyes sought out Willow to find her cautiously making her way toward him. She sunk down slowly on the bench. "Are you okay, Angel?"

His velvet eyes met the scared green-eyed witch. She drew in a sharp breath at the pain and despair she saw echoed in the chocolate depths. His beautiful face was twisted with agony.

"Willow... I'm so sorry. If I'd known he was back..."

Willow placed her hand tentatively on the vampire's shoulder. "Angel, this isn't your fault. How could him taking Xander and I be because of you?" she asked.

"Because I made him." Angel whispered. The pain evident in his shaking voice.

"You..." she gasped. "Angel, I don't understand. We all know Dru is Spike's sire. If anyone is responsible, we should blame her. But, that's crazy. Spike marches to his own drummer. He does what he wants, when he wants Willow rambled. Realizing this fact, she halted to stare at Angel's face.

A small cynical chuckle escaped the dark-haired vampire. His mind seizing the lies that the Scooby Gang had been led to believe regarding himself and his wayward childe.

"What are you talking about, Angel?" Her emerald eyes searched his, full of questions. "What do you mean you made Spike?"

Angel stared at the beautiful girl before him. He and Willow had become closer since his return from Hell. He felt indebted to her for the restoration of his soul. She was so sweet and pure and he found himself drawn to those qualities after the fiery torment he had endured. Her green eyes searched his for the answers to her questions.

"Willow, I am Spike's Sire, not Dru. I didn't realize his hate for me went as deep as dismissing me as his Sire." Angel sighed. He dropped his head into his hands again as if the truth was a burden to heavy for him to carry.

"Wha...but I thought...but the Watcher's Diaries-", Willow sputtered.

"Are wrong. I remember a time when Spike would've killed anyone who even suggested that he was not 'the favored Childe of Angelus'"." The dark vampire chuckled again without the slightest hint of humor.

"But, how..." Willow's mind was spinning with this new realization. Angel had become her close friend after he had returned. She didn't mention to Buffy that she had frequently visited the mansion to talk with Angel. After all that her best friend had been through, Willow couldn't imagine causing Buffy any more pain. Willow felt sadness for the vampire that she couldn't overcome. For hours, the two unlikely friends discussed everything from history, to poetry, to the everyday happenings of their lives.

"I remember that night that I met Will..."

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London, 1880

Angry tears coursing down his face, William struggled to make his way down the dark London street. <Beneath her... I’m beneath her?> William angrily thought. Blinded by the anger he felt, he failed to notice the three well-dressed people blocking his path.

The young man continued his way until he bumped into the large, dark man standing in the street. "Watch where you’re going, mate!" William yelled as he continued down the street. The intense anger for those he called 'friends' threatened to overcome him as he cut into a darkened alley. He continued to rip up the pages of his poetry, the poetry written from his heart and soul.

The tears continued to fall until he heard someone approach behind him. He spun only to find a beautiful dark lady dressed in the latest fashion.

"Are you all right, Sir?" the dark beauty asked.

"Leave me alone" William growled. Not wanting this gentlewoman to witness his tears.

"They will never understand you. You have talent beyond their imagination," her voice whispered lowly. Williams' mouth hung open as this beautiful woman seemingly saw into his very soul.

"I could show you things that you haven't even imagined. People who could appreciate the brilliant man you are. Would you like that?" her singsong voice weaving into his mind.

"I really must get home. Mother's expecting me..." William stammered. Turning to go, he was stopped as the woman's hand claimed his shoulder. She turned him to once again face her. She whispered low, "How do you feel about eternity, William?"

" 'ow do you know my name?" William asked and searched the woman's dark fathomless eyes.

"We've been watching you, William. Close your eyes, let me show you the world." Her voice mesmerized him. His eyes closed as if hypnotized by the dark princess. Moments later, he felt immense pain in his neck. His eyes snapped open to see the lady firmly attached to his neck. <Oh, God...someone help me> William's mind screamed. He attempted to scream out for help, but the only noise he made was a small whimper as he felt his life being snuffed out. His eyes drifted shut as he saw the streetlights around him started to dim.

"DRUCILLA!" came a deep voice approaching the pair.

The dark beauty immediately dropped the body she was clinging to. She turned toward the voice, the streetlight shining on the ridges on her forehead and startling yellow eyes.

"Hello, Daddy." She said softly, dropping her head as a silent sign of submission.

"What, may I ask, are you doing? I believe I expressively told you to remain in the hotel with Darla, did I not?" The dark man slowly approached and removed his gloves. He forced Drucilla's chin up to look into his eyes.

"You have been very bad, Dru. I think you will need to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Drucilla tried to hide her excitement in thinking of the pain and pleasure that Angelus could inflict.

"Off with ye now. Darla is waiting." Angelus playfully patted her backside as she ran giggling from the alley.

The dark man stooped down to observe the body lying in the alley. He noticed the expensive cut of the boy's suit. Glancing to his face, Angelus involuntarily sucked in an unneeded breath. Before him was the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Sable curls framed a lean face. Long, dark lashes rested on high, sharp cheekbones. Full lips parted as the boy gasped for breath. <Striking>, Angelus smirked.

<What the hell do I do with him now?>, Angelus mused, when a hand shot out and grasped the arm of his coat. The dark-haired vampire looked down into brilliant cerulean eyes, wide with fright.

"Please, Sir, please help me..." William gasped. "That woman, she was...she was a vam-"

"Don't worry, my boy, she isn't here. She ran when I happened upon you," Angelus whispered soothingly.

"Are you my angel, send to take me to heaven?" William softly asked.

" Aye, your angel, boy. I've come to save you." The dark man smirked as his finger trailed down William's cheekbones. "Ye have nothing to fear. You're mine now, lad."

William's eyes closed in relief. He was saved. Angelus turned the boy's head to examine the two puncture wounds gracing his neck. Slowly, he advanced. The handsome face shifting, sharp canines lengthen as Angelus latched onto William's neck. William's mouth opened in a silent scream. His hands grasping at the expensive wool coat, finally finding the dark soft hair gracing the head of the handsome stranger. William slowly felt a peace fall over him. His last conscious thought was 'my Angel'.

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"Y-y-you sired Spike?" Willow stammered. She stared out into the garden, unsure of anything else she could say.

"Yes, Spike is my childe. He must have told people that Dru sired him." Angel hollowly chuckled.

Entranced, Willow questioned, "What happened then?" Angel looked into the girl's eyes. He couldn't hide the surprise he felt. She wanted to know the rest of the story. He thought that when he dropped this bomb of being Spike's true Sire that Willow would run screaming to Giles or even worse, Buffy.

Relaxing somewhat, he grasped her hands as he slowly started to speak again...

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William slowly opened his eyes, fully expecting to see the gates of Heaven. <Since when does Heaven have a four poster bed?>, he thought. Slowly, he sat up. His hands running along the black silk sheets. Cautiously, he reached toward the heavy velvet green drapes that surrounded the bed. Easing the drapes open, he was shocked to see expensive redwood furnishings and heavy tapestries covering the walls. Velvet drapes matching those on the bed covered what William guessed were windows. <Someone must have saved me after all.> He slid to the edge of the bed only to realize that he was naked beneath the sheets. Gasping, he sat back against the headboard. <Now, what the hell do I do?>

William sat up startled as he heard the oak door creak open. He peeked through the drapes only to see 'his Angel'. <The man from the alley. Thank God!>

"William, ye are awake," Angelus stated, making his way toward the bed. William relaxed back against the headboard. His hand came up to rub his neck only to realize that the wounds that should be marking his neck were gone. <What the hell...>

"Advanced healing, William me boy, one of the perks about us now." Angelus smirked down at the young man and straightened the pristine white cravat at his neck.

"Us..." William questioned cautiously. "What do you mean, mate?"

Laughter rang out from the older man. "Do not tell me ye do not feel it, William. Ye feel different. Yer senses are heightened, everything is clearer, and ye you have an unquenchable hunger, do ye not?" Angelus sauntered even closer.

"What...who are you? Where am I?" William quickly asked. Panic raising in him as he found truth in the words the man was saying.

"You are in my home. As to who I am, I am Angelus, boy. Your Sire."

"My what? Listen, I don't know what kind of joke this is, but it isn't funny. I want my clothes and I want to go home, NOW!"

Angelus advanced on William quickly. His hand snaked out and caught William around the neck, squeezing until William's eyes bulged. "Boy, I will forgive that tone ONCE. If you dare speak to me in that manner again, I promise you will regret it. Do we understand each other, Will?"

The younger man nodded emphatically, even though he had no clue what Angelus was talking about. The door slammed open and Drucilla came skipping into the room, clutching her favorite doll. "Daddy, is my brother awake yet?"

"Jesus, it's her! Stop her! She's come for me again!" William screamed as he scrambled away from Angelus and into the corner of the bed.

"Dru, I thought ye were told to stay out until I finished with William, run along now." Drucilla raised her hand and waved like a five-year-old at William then spun on her heel and exited the room. Angelus sighed and turned back to William. Extending his hand, he led William out of the corner to sit beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Perhaps, I should tell you about your new family." William opened his mouth to retort that he had a family only to have Angelus place his finger to Will's lips to silence him. "Please don't interrupt." Angelus ordered.

"William, ye are a vampire, a creature of darkness, an immortal. I am yer Sire. I made ye. Ye are enslaved to me, if ye will. It is my responsibility to teach you, to train you to hunt, to feed, to kill." Angelus stated matter-of-factly.

William fought himself to understand what Angelus was saying. <Vampire...Immortal...Kill>. William's eyes reflected all of the confusion he was feeling.

"Do ye understand what I'm telling ye, William?"

"I think so. You killed me!" William's voice rose as he attempted to stand.

Grasping his wrist, Angelus pulled the younger vampire down to the bed. "Nae, boy, I gave you life." Slowly, Angelus' mouth drew nearer. The touch of another man's lips on his made William gasp at the sensation. The movement allowing Angelus' tongue to sweep into his mouth kissing him fully.

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"You...and Spike...you were, uh" Willow stammered. Heat coursing through her, thinking of the two gorgeous vampires sharing an explicit kiss.

"We were lovers, Willow. For over one hundred years, we killed, we hunted, we loved one another to extremes." Angel sighed heavily.

"Wow, I mean...you, you know...and Buffy, well, you know." Willow shifted uncomfortably. Not knowing if she was squirming from the awkward topic or the disturbing feelings of desire of Angel and Spike as a couple.

"Willow, I'm not gay! It's different for vampires. It isn't an issue of male or female, it's just sex." Angel explained, growing a little uncomfortable with the current topic of conversation.

"No, Angel, I understand all that. It just seems kind of sad about the whole relationship. What happened to cause the two of you to hate each other so much?" Willow questioned.

"My soul" Angel said sadly as he stood and made his way into the mansion. Willow stared after her friend as he walked away, knowing that she had to do something to help her friend.

~Part: 2~ Closer

Willow had tried for months to come to a conclusion about the conversation that she shared with Angel. She found herself thinking about it whenever there was a quiet moment. How could Angel have kept this a secret for so long? What would Buffy think? She sighed, frustrated with her lack of answers. It seemed as if fate were drawing the two friends together. Willow continued her secret trips to the mansion several times a week. She was surprised that Angel revealed even more of his life as Angelus. They would talk until the early hours of the morning. Willow would slip away at close to dawn to return home. She felt sadness for her friend that was monumental. <He has been through so much. Any lesser person would have crumbled by now.> She thought silently.

"Will, hey what's up?" Buffy said as she ran to catch up with the redhead.

"What, huh. Oh, hi Buffy. Just heading to the library for research mode. Gotta keep on top of the latest woogly-boogly," Willow stated as they pushed open the doors to the library.

Xander and Giles were already assembled around the table. Old, musty books stacked three high surrounded them. Xander's face split into a wide smile as he saw his two best friends enter. " Thank God, I was beginning to feel a little 'tweedish'". Giles glared in Xander's direction and shook his head. The boy's one-liners were getting more outrageous. Both girls just giggled.

"So, Giles, what do we know?" Buffy asked as she hopped onto the table.

"Well, unfortunately, not much. Several mentions of Ascensions can be found in the text, but it seems no one of any account ever survived." Giles removed his glasses and absently wiped them on his shirt.

"What G-man is trying to say is we don't got squat!" Xander stated proudly.

"Thank you, Xander, for your scientific deduction." Giles huffed as he pinched his nose with his fingertips, seemingly staving off a migraine.

"I wonder if Angel could lend a hand. He has had a bicentennial, you know?" Buffy stated. "I've got to patrol. Will, do you think that you could go by the mansion and ask Angel?"

"Angel, me, talk, yeah" Willow stammered.

"Will, what's with the one word sentences. Having a brain fart?" Xander asked.

Willow absentmindedly grabbed her book bag and headed quickly for the door, leaving her friends to stare after her in confusion. She quickly made her way to the mansion. Cautiously entering the garden, she called out for Angel. Hearing no response, she carefully parted the heavy drapes only to suck in a large breath. She was greeted by she sight of Angel in loose black sweatpants and a snug-fitting black tank top. He slowly and sensually completed the movements of Tai Chi. Willow stood mesmerized, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful scene before her.

<Goddess, he is beautiful...wait, Willow, what are you thinking? Remember Buffy, Oz...ringing any bells> Willow berated herself. Unconsciously, she released the breath she wasn't aware she was holding. Hearing the slight noise, Angel turned slowly and Willow was greeted with a breathtaking smile from the dark vampire.

"Hello, Willow. Glad to see you." He said softly. He approached her as she continued to stand just inside the door. As he got closer, she could smell the unique scent that was all Angel. <Smells delicious...Willow, you slut, stop that! FOCUS! > He stopped directly in front of her and grinned down at the red-haired witch who fidgeted from one foot to the other.

"Hey, Angel, Giles sent me to, um, to ask you about...to see if you knew anything about the Ascension", Willow stammered inwardly cursing herself for sounding like an idiot.

"I have been checking some of the volumes I have and unfortunately, I haven't had much luck. All I can figure is we are in for one hell of a ride." Angel said grimly. The pair continued inside the mansion until they were side by side on the leather couch.

"Angel, is everything alright? You seem, I don't know, less broody. No offense."

Angel actually laughed...out loud. It echoed throughout the great room. Willow stared at his face, unbelieving the sound she was hearing from the dark man.

"Sorry, Willow, seems my late night talks with a witch friend of mine seem to help with the broodyness." He clasped her hand inside his larger one. "Thank you for being such a great friend to me, Willow."

Willow felt fire coursing from her hand straight to her cheeks. She could feel every slight touch his hand made with hers. Slowly, she glanced up to look into the bottomless depths of his eyes. Slowly, Angel's head drew closer.

"I gotta go...you know research" Willow squeaked as she made her way off of the sofa and practically ran to the door.

"Willow, I'm sorr-"

"No problem, nope, everything's just fine, yeah..." Willow rambled as she made her way into the late afternoon sun.

<SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! > Willow thought as she practically ran from the mansion. <You almost let Buffy's true love make the move on you>. She twisted her hands as she ran. <And what's worse, you wanted it! >

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Screaming into the night, a black DeSoto raced down the coastline. Smoke rolled from the windows as the fast beat of the Sex Pistols filled the quiet California air. The ancient car careened toward the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign, coming to a sudden stop after plowing into it. The door flung open as two well-worn Doc Martin's hit the pavement. In a creak of leather and maniacal laughter, the bleach blond surveyed the area. Flicking the cigarette to the ground, the blond whispered "Welcome home, prodigal son."

~Part: 3~ Encounters

Music pulsed inside the Bronze, the sound carrying out into the street. The club was packed. Bodies crammed into every crevice of the place. Wild lights flitting over every surface. Willow sat on one of the clubs comfortable sofas, surrounded by the rest of the Scooby Gang. Buffy had decided with all of the stress of the upcoming Ascension that the group needed a night to relax and forget the upcoming Apocalypse.

"Hello...Will, you in there?" Xander asked waving his hand in front of her face.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Just have a lot on my mind." Willow replied sheepishly.

"Not tonight, Will. Tonight is thought-free, only partying. Besides, it won't hurt. Xander has made a science of being 'thought-free'," Cordelia snorted as she plopped down onto the couch beside Xander.

Willow was so glad to see Xander and Cordelia had patched things up. After a heart-to-heart talk with Cordelia, Willow had made it clear that she and Xander were just caught up in the possibility that they could die at Spike's hands. Cordelia seemed so at ease now, she and Xander had easily fallen back into jibes and insults.

Willow had thought a lot about the kidnapping. She couldn't help but feel that even though Spike had threatened to kill her, she hadn't been in danger. She somehow sensed that Spike wouldn't truly hurt her. <Now you're loosing your mind, witch. You are actually saying you trust a soulless killer! >

"Willow, NO THOUGHTS!" Buffy exclaimed as she handed Willow a cappuccino.

"Sorry, you're right, no thoughts." Willow shrugged.

"Yeah, Wills, you're acting like Deadboy with all of the brooding," Xander chuckled, using his favorite nickname for the dark vampire. "Speaking of Deadboy, haven't seen him around lately, not that I mind, just unusual. He hasn't dropped of the face of the earth, has he?" Xander smiled at the possibility, earning him a punch to the shoulder from his girlfriend.

At the mention of Angel, Willow tensed. She, herself, hadn't seen Angel since the "almost kiss" earlier in the week. She found that she missed the closeness and late-night conversations with the vampire.

"Angel is still around at the moment...," Buffy said looking around at the group.

"At the moment?" Oz questioned. Willow glanced at her ex-boyfriend. They had also reached a truce, but they both still realized that while they would forever be close friends, a romance between them was never meant to be. Ironically enough, Oz had been around even more than when they were dating. Willow suspected that it had something to do with the shy glances he was casting at her best friend. Willow gave a small smile at the thought of Oz and Buffy. They had both been hurt so much; maybe they deserve each other. She was surprised that there was no jealousy or malice when thinking of her two friends together.

"Yeah, Angel and I talked. He's leaving Sunnydale after the Ascension," Buffy stated, without sadness.

"Leaving?" Willow asked softly. Her mind a whirlwind at the possibility of him not being close.

"Yes, leaving. He will stay to help us with the Mayor and Faith, but he'll leave town after we saved the world...again."

Buffy shrugged as she drew her legs up underneath her on the chair.

"You okay with that, Buff?" Xander asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I really am. Our relationship hasn't been the same since he came back. We love each other, I think we always will, but we can't be together. I think everyone here has experienced the big WHY we can't. We want each other to be happy, even if it isn't with each other," Buffy said, surprising all her friends with the strength in her voice.

"Buffy, are you sure?" Willow searched her friend's eyes for the pain she expected to be underneath the surface.

"Yeah, Wills, I'm okay. I know that there is someone out there waiting for me," Buffy replied softly, casting a shy glance at the werewolf who caught her eyes and smiled. The smiles did not go unnoticed by the group who turned immediately to see Willow's reaction. Willow genuinely smiled at the two, silently giving her blessing.

"Come on you party weasels, let's boogie!" Xander exclaimed as he jumped to his feet shaking arms and legs in all directions. The group rolled their eyes and groaned, but joined their friend on the dance floor.

No one noticed the moving shadow on the catwalk. The peroxide blond gripped the railing and smirked down upon the dancing Scooby gang. His eyes roved over the bright flame-colored hair of the small witch dancing and laughing.

"Hello, cutie", Spike drawled as he watched the small girl's body move perfectly in time with the pulsing music. "I've missed you, my little witch." He added as he drifted back into the dark shadows of the club.

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Oz, Buffy and Willow made their way across Restfield Cemetery after leaving the Bronze. The cemetery provided the perfect shortcut across town, and provided the last patrol of the evening.

"Well, I'll see you two tomorrow," Willow said turning to her two friends.

"Will, are you sure you'll be okay alone? This is the Hellmouth, you remember?" Buffy asked her best friend.

"Buffy, I'll be fine. I'll stick to the sidewalk, okay. My house is just a block away." Willow smiled. "Besides, my best friend will kick the bad guys ass if they mess with me." She finished with a giggle.

"Okay, but call me when you get home, okay." Buffy grasped the witch's hands.

"Will do" Willow answered as she grasped Oz's hand and replaced her hand that had been in Buffy's. The Slayer and werewolf exchanged small smiles but didn't drop hands. "You two have fun." Willow watched as they walked away, still clasping each other's hands tightly. She turned and made her way toward her house.

"Miss me, pet?" a husky British voice said behind her.

Willow whirled to find Spike leaning casually against a tree. He sauntered toward her and reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Willow seethed as she pulled away from his hands. She stepped back a few steps as Spike advanced on her.

"Now, luv, is that the way to treat someone who came all the way back from South America to see you?" Spike smirked.

"See me, what do you mean?" Willow searched his face. She was unaware that she had backed into a concrete mausoleum until she felt the cold surface at her back.

Spike put his hands on either side of the small girl, essentially trapping her. He still advanced until she could feel his cool breath on her face. "You, pet, I couldn't stop thinking of you. Ever since that night I took you and the whelp, you're all I can think about. Tell me you haven't felt the same."

<SHIT! > "No, I haven't thought about that night, or you."

"Liar" Spike moved until his body was pressed up against the girl. "I feel it, Red, it's what pulled me back to this bloody place." His lips hovered above hers. His tongue briefly ran across her lower lip. "You just hadn't realized it yet. But now, I’ll be all you think about."

Willow's breath was coming in short gasps. She searched his eyes to find any untruth to the things he was saying. She was shocked to find desire emanating from his steely gaze.

"See you around, pet." He backed away slowly and in a swirl of leather he was gone. Willow slowly sunk to the ground still unable to catch her breath.

<What the fuck just happened? > She thought as she dropped her head into her hands.

~Part: 4~ Confrontation

Willow slowly backed away from the mausoleum until she was at the gate surrounding the creepy place. Once her hand touched the gate, she broke into a dead run. Her lungs were burning and the sweat began to trail down her face as she fought to catch her breath. <Just one block to my house.> She frighteningly thought as she took a chance and glanced back over her shoulder to make sure Spike wasn't following her. Looking back, she failed to notice Angel step out in front of her at the edge of her front lawn. She ran straight into his well-muscled chest.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Willow screamed as Angel's hands grabbed her around her upper arms to steady her.

"Willow, hey, calm down, it's me." Angel looked pleadingly into her frightened green eyes.

"Oh my God, Angel!" She said in relief as she launched herself into his arms.

She was still shaking from her encounter with Spike and frustratingly enough, it wasn't all from fear. Angel pulled her tightly to his chest burying her nose into his silk shirt. He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in heaving gasps. Something had frightened her and badly.

"Come on, let's get you inside." Angel said softly as he kept his arm around her shoulders easing her into a slow walk toward her house. "Willow…your parents-"

"Are out of town as usual. They joined some friends in Paris for a couple of weeks." Willow answered shakily.

Angel felt sorry for Willow. A small, wonderful girl whose parents cared more about everything else than their own daughter. Willow was left alone at least seven months out of the year. Her parents were always traipsing around the world on business or pleasure, leaving the small witch to her own devices most of the time. Of course, they always left plenty of money for her, but it seemed sad that a 17-year-old girl was left alone so much. They arrived at the French doors leading to Willow's bedroom on the second floor. Willow eased open the door and crept into her room. Angel waited patiently at the door.

"Oops, sorry Angel…please come in." Willow said sheepishly tucking a piece of stray flame-colored hair behind her ear.

Angel casually stepped into the room glancing around at the 'normal' furnishings of a teenager. Bright colors graced the bedspread and windows. Posters of various bands graced the wall along with many pictures depicting Willow, Xander and Buffy throughout the years. Angel stopped in front of Willow noticing the slumped shoulders and bowed head of his favorite witch. Putting a finger beneath her chin, he slowly raised her face until his dark eyes held startled green ones.

"Willow, what was out there? What scared you so badly?" Angel questioned.

"Oh, I thought I heard something as I cut across the cemetery. Kinda freaked myself out." The lie slipped easily from her lips. She wasn't sure why she wasn't telling Angel about Spike's return. For some reason, she feared the dark vampire would harm his childe if he felt Willow was in danger.

"You sure? That's all?" Angel searched her face for more.

"Yep, just caught the major wiggins, that's all." Willow turned away from his gaze. Somehow sensing he could tell she was lying just by looking into her face. Cautiously, she peeked up through her lashes to find his face again.

"Angel, why were you outside my house? Willow asked trying to change the subject.

"Oh," the vampire actually looked embarrassed "I just hadn't seen you in a while. I wanted to make sure you were okay. We haven't really…talked, well, since…since that day at the mansion." He turned away to face the window. <What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a 246-year-old vampire and you're stuttering like a pubescent boy. > He clasped his hands before him in a reflex when he started to brood. Sighing, he turned to Willow and whispered "and I've missed you."

Willow's eyebrows shot up and her green eyes caught Angel's. Angel hurriedly added " Listen, Willow, I don't know what to make of this 'thing' between us. I just know that you are one of the dearest and, um, only friend I have. I don't want to chase you away." He hung his head staring intently at the brightly covered rug covering the hardwood floor.

"Angel, I know. I don't know what's happening either, but…I've missed you too." Her voice softened to barely a whisper. Angel's head shot up to stare at her. Slowly, he approached her, stopping when they were almost toe to toe. Searching her face for a silent plea to stop him,he leaned down. Willow tilted her head back her, eyes drifting to mere slits as she held his chocolate gaze. Soft as a whisper his lips touched hers, but only for a moment. His tongue slowly traced her bottom lip, causing her to gasp under the onslaught of his lips. That was all the indication Angel was waiting for. He crushed her body to him. One hand tangled in her hair the other gripped around the small of her back. Willow's hand grasped at his silk shirt. His tongue swept into her mouth, hungrily tracing her teeth, the roof of her mouth and eventually her own tongue forcing it into battle with his. Her hands became frantic in an effort to pull him closer to her, reaching around his waist she pulled herself flush against the dark vampire. Angel moaned into her mouth as he licked her bottom lip again.

Willow was dying. The heat from her body threatened to consume her on the spot. She had been dreaming…wanting this since she first saw him at the Bronze, a timid 16-year-old girl. Suddenly, Angel pulled back with a growl. Willow's wide eyes stared up at him puzzled with the sudden change in him.

"Willow" he snarled. "Why do your lips taste of my Childe?" His grip tightened on her waist, battling with his demon that screamed in his head to be released.

Willow's eyes widened. "Oh, goddess, how did you…"

"Do you think that after 100 years of memorizing his every motion, his every word that I would not recognize the taste of him on your lips? What the hell is going on?" Angel visibly breathed deep, trying to grab a hold of his emotions.

"Spike…he's back." Willow stammered. "He was who I ran into in the cemetery. He said he felt drawn to come back to Sunnydale, because…because of me."

A low growl emanated from the dark vampire's chest. The low rumbling sounding like thunder to the frightened redhead. He immediately dropped his hands from her waist and slowly backed away from her, never breaking their gaze.

"I'll fuckin' kill him!" Angel spun and threw the door open and in an instant was gone.

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Whistling a happy tune, Spike strolled down the sidewalk toward Willy's. <The witch is bloody beautiful. Why didn't I realize it before? What a delectable little thing…> Suddenly, Spike was pulled into a darkened alley by the back of the neck.

"Bleedin' 'ell!" Spike snarled as he was pushed roughly into the brick of the building. Spinning quickly to size up his enemy, his face broke into a broad smile.

" 'Ello Daddy!" Spike smirked up at an enraged Angel. Angel stood towering over Spike, hands clenched at his sides. His unneeded breath rushing from his dead lungs.

"What the hell are you doing in Sunnydale?" Angel snarled at his wayward childe.

"Now, Peaches, is that the way to greet your long lost son?" Spike continued to smirk. "Missed me, Sire?"

"Get out now. I don't want to stake you." Angel continued to glare down into bright blue eyes.

"I'm touched, Peaches, really. But you know, I kinda like 'ol Sunny-D. Everyone needs his own little piece of hell, mate." Spike patted his duster down and pulled out a package of cigarettes. Sticking one to his lips, he lit it and sucked in a deep breath. Releasing the smoke into Angel's face, he smirked up at his livid sire.

"Spike, I'm warning you. Take Dru and get out of Sunnydale. If I don't stake you, I'll make sure Buffy does." Angel said through clenched teeth.

A brief look of pain crossed the blonde's features, quickly replaced by his hard smirk. "Can't do that, Peaches, Dru's gone…for good."

Angel searched his face for the lie he expected to find there. The only thing Angel saw was dark circles under brilliant blue eyes. Pain etched into the lines of his beautiful face. Angel unclenched his hands, his anger dissipating for a moment at the thought that his childe was hurting. Spike always was different from any other vampire. His emotions were worn on his sleeve, emotions that demons weren't supposed to have. Oh, he loved the hunt. He took immense pleasure in killing and mayhem, but he almost retained part of his heart.

"Buy me a drink, mate, and I'll tell you the whole bleedin' tragedy." Spike looked up at Angel and started to saunter into the bar leaving Angel to reluctantly follow.

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The two vampires sat in a back booth in the dark, musty demon bar known as Willy's. Vampires and demons alike glanced at the two in fear. Sure, everyone knew of Angel's souled state, but seeing the two most notorious vicious vampires, known as the formidable Scourge of Europe, together, was enough to cause a deep fear in the most evil of demons.

Willy cautiously approached the table with a bottle of his finest Irish whiskey and two shot glasses. Noticing the tenseness in both vampires, he avoided any kind of conversation. After the two were left alone, Spike opened the bottle and poured generous amounts in the glasses and raised his glass to his sire, meeting Angel's eyes.

" 'Eres to whacked bitches who break your heart to little bits and stomp them into the bloody ground." With that, Spike tossed back the whiskey and smiled as it burned a trail into his stomach. Quickly refilling his glass, he stared pointedly at his sire. Angel reluctantly drained the glass only to have Spike refill it before it hit the table.

"Ok, you've got your booze, now talk!" Angel seethed as the fire burned his throat. Sighing, Angel realized that getting plastered with Spike was probably not the smartest thing to do, but he had to find out why Spike was after Willow.

"Dru's gone. When I got back to South America and found Dru, she was always ramblin' about me being different. She said that I was a shell of the demon she loved. Stupid bitch!" Spike screamed vehemently. Other patrons of the bar cautiously looked around. Spike slammed back another shot and quickly refilled his glass. Angel stared at his childe as he threw back another shot. Spike again filled the glass to near overflowing.

"She said that I smelled like ashes and that she could taste 'her' on me. That her bloody essence swirled around me." Spike hollowly laughed. The glass was again empty and was refilled this time by Angel.

"Buffy…" Angel questioned, throwing back another drink. He felt the fuzziness start to creep into his brain. It had been so long since he had drank and so much so fast. <But, then again, you are with Spike. I know his blood has to be 100 proof.> Angel fought back a giggle at his thought. Spike looked strangely at Angel and then laughed loudly.

"You're already sloshed! You Poof! I always told ya I could drink you under the fuckin' table." Spike giggled feeling the lightheadedness set in.

"Am not! Buffy…why'd you smell like Buffy?" Angel slurred.

"Why would I taste like the fuckin' Schlayer?" Spike slurred right back. His eyes trying to focus on the three sires' sitting before him. <When did the other two get here? > Spike giggled again.

"Well, you said Dru smelled 'her" all over you." <Why is he movin' around so much? He's making me dizzy. >

"Not her, ya ponce! Red!" Spike slumped back as he downed another shot.

"Willow…what do you mean with Willow, boy?" Angelus slowly coming through the surface at the thought of Willow in danger.

"Don't boy me, Angelus. I stopped bein' your 'boy' decades ago. I mean, I've been thinkin' of the bloody witch since I snatched her and the whelp. She's under my skin." Spike stared off thinking of Willow's small body pressed against his. His tongue licking her bottom lip sensuously. Spike looked down at the ever-growing bulge in his jeans at his erotic thoughts. <Bloody 'ell! >

Angel's mind drifted at the mere mention of Willow's name. He thought of the bruising kiss he and Willow shared only hours before. Absently, he licked his lips still able to taste the redhead in his mouth. Shifting uncomfortably, Angel grimaced, as his pants became painfully tight.

Forcing himself back to the matter at hand, Angel met Spike's eyes. "Stay away from her, Spike." Angel said menacingly.

"I won't let you kill her."

Spike threw his head back and laughed out loud. "Angelus, Angelus, you stupid poof. I don't want to kill the bint…I want to turn her."

~Part: 5~ Eavesdropping

<I have to warn Spike! > Willow thought quickly as she raced from her house heading toward the quiet streets in Sunnydale. She had no idea why she had this sudden urge to protect Spike from Angel, but she felt an involuntary pull toward the blonde since he had kidnapped her several months ago. She didn't know why she wasn't terrified of him. Sure, she had a fear of him, but deep inside she sensed he wouldn't hurt her. <Great, Rosenberg, your running through the streets of Sunnydale to try to find a 126-year-old vampire, who happens to be a heartless killer to save him from his Sire, who also happens to be a former brutal killer. You are headed straight for Jerry Springer! > She stopped suddenly glancing around her unsure of which way to turn. <Where would Spike go? > She thought as she glanced around. <Of course, Willie's! > Spike pretty much lived in the bar during his former stints in Sunnydale. The bar was just a couple of blocks from her as she headed off with a quick pace. Her mind racing to form what she was going to do when she got there.

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"YOU WHAT!" Angel bellowed at his wayward child sitting across the booth from him. In an instant, he reached across the table spilling many bottles and sending dozens of shot glasses hurling to the hardwood floor. He quickly grabbed the lapels of Spike's duster dragging the blonde halfway across the table. He non-too gently jerked the younger man until they were nose to nose over the table. All other patrons of the bar scattered like rats at the menace in Angel's voice. Spike's startled blue eyes met the golden eyes of his Sire's demon. A small fear coursing through his body.

"Listen to me you insolent little shit. If you touch..." Angel was abruptly stopped by a bucket of cold water being tossed onto the two vampires. Both vampires' heads swung toward the source, deep growls emanating from both men. Willie stood within two feet of the table, said bucket in hand. The reality of what he had just done causing the bartender to shift uneasily on his feet.

" Hey, guys take it outside okay? You're scaring off the other patrons" Willie mumbled as he looked around and saw several customers pushing back chairs to leave. "Sorry about the water, but I'm just trying to make a living here, please." Willie pleaded to the two vampires glaring at him.

Suddenly, Spike wrenched himself free from his Sire's hands. The smirk returning to his handsome face as he chuckled. "Well, peaches, it's been fun. I'll tell Red you said hello." Turning on his heel, Spike kicked open the back door and was gone leaving Angel dripping wet staring after him.

"Willie," Angel growled. "You better be glad that I have something more important to deal with, or you would find yourself without your tongue." Angel stood quickly shaking water from his hair and followed out the exit previously used by his wayward Childe. He quickly scanned the alley to find Spike leaning against the brick wall of the bar lighting his ever-present cigarette. He stalked up to his Childe and grabbed his labels in the same manner he had inside Willie's. Spike pushed back only to find himself trapped between the hulking body of his Sire and the wall of the bar. Both men still dripping water, they glared at each other until Angel growled, the sound reverberating off the walls of the alley.

"As I was saying, boy, if you touch one red hair on her head, I'll stake you, are we clear?" Angel said in a slow, deliberate voice.

"Cut the Sire/Childe crap, Angel. I'm in no mood!" Spike snarled. "I'm not gonna hurt the wench."

"But you said specifically that you would turn her."

"Yea, someday. But now, I want her fire, her innocence. It's intoxicating." Spike huskily whispered.

"Stay away from her, Will!" Angel gripped the leather even tighter lifting Spike off of the ground.

Neither man saw a shadow creeping into the alley. Willow eased her way behind a dumpster ten feet away from the two vampires. She had heard voices, angry voices as she approached the door of Willie's. The sexy British voice she heard confirmed that Spike and Angel had already met. She heard what Spike had said about her. She couldn't help the bolt of unknown desire race through her body at his words.

"Wot are ya going to do if I don’t?" Spike asked his Sire with a sarcastic raise of his eyebrow.

"This!" Angel growled as he crushed his lips to Spike's, attacking the blonde with lips, teeth and tongue. He hauled his Childe's body to his that even a breath wasn't between them. A husky moan escaped the younger vampire's throat as he opened his mouth to the onslaught of his Sire. Tongues tasted, teeth nipped, lips caressed. Spike's hands found their way into the dark man's hair gripping him closer as Angel's hands slid down to the blonde's ass forcefully pulling him forward to feel the evidence of his desire. Spike moaned low again as he felt Angel's large erection pushing against his. Angel slowly backed Spike back against the wall never ceasing his attack on the blonde's mouth.

<Oh, Goddess! > Willow thought as she stared at the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Her body tingled with electricity and try as she may she could not force her eyes away from the entwined couple. She felt moisture pool at the juncture between her legs. She leaned heavily against the dumpster, fighting back a moan of her own.

Angel slowly broke the kiss, his tongue lapping at the other man's open mouth. Reality of the situation hit both men at once and Spike pushed the larger man back, forcefully breaking the embrace. Both men stood staring at one another, gasping for unneeded breath. Spike couldn't find his voice to say anything to his Sire, just stared with questioning eyes. Quickly, he turned and started to retreat down the alley. Leaving a surprised Angel looking after him.

As he approached, Willow shrunk down behind the dumpster making herself as small as possible. He stalked by without looking her way. Angel turned toward the back door and eased himself back into the bar. When the door closed, Willow released a slow breath. Her head hung back against the wall as she tried to overcome unfamiliar emotions. She had never witnessed two men together. Her mind told her that she should feel disgusted, her body told her that the image would haunt her for many nights to come. Standing on shaky legs, she felt her way out of the alley and slowly made her way back to her house.

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Closing the door to her room she leaned into the door. The events of the evening weighing heavily on both body and mind. She turned away and caught her reflection in the mirror. She gasped at her flush skin and wide eyes. She recalled the passion in Spike's voice as he said those things about her that nobody had ever voiced. <Or even thought of! > She sadly thought.

She slowly removed her blouse still staring hard at the mirror. Clad in a sensible white cotton bra, she tried to picture...<what was it he said...fire! > Slowly her hand reached up and unclasped her bra releasing her breasts to the cool air. She gazed slowly at the unnoticed fullness of them and the petite coral nipples, which hardened, under her intense gaze. Undaunted, she slowly released the button and zipper to her jeans, sliding them down her legs and onto the floor. She glanced back into the mirror and saw herself clad only in white cotton panties. Pulled by a force completely unknown to her, she slid the panties off her hips until they fell to a pool around her ankles. Curiously, she looked at the person in the mirror. Her eyes traveled slowly over her flat stomach, past her small navel and over the soft curve of her abdomen. " Fire." She murmured as her eyes traced over the bright curling hair that lay at the juncture of her thighs. She felt the heat she felt standing back in the alley overtake her. She made her way slowly to the bed and pulled back the comforter. She eased herself into the center of the bed and flipped off the light.

In the darkness, she slowly closed her eyes. Her mind slowly replayed the scene she had witnessed in the alley between the two vampires. The eroticism of seeing them together, their hands grasping at each other, the passion in their kiss. Of their own accord, Willow's hands slowly descended down her small frame until they came to rest at the center of her heat. Willow's body arched as a husky moan filled the room. And to a dark shadow outside the door, it was the sweetest music he had ever heard.

~Part: 6~ Changes

"Reliable." Willow mumbled. Walking home from a research session at the library, the redhead's shoulders slumped and her feet barely shuffled. <I can be something other than 'old reliable' or 'computer girl'. > She thought dejectedly. She was feeling mentally exhausted from the recent discussions with her friends. They had been talking about various positions each member played in the structure of the Scooby group. Of course, Buffy was the warrior, fighter, blah, blah, blah. Giles, of course, was the father figure providing good advice, knowledge and most importantly information on the monster of the week. Oz provided transportation with his van. Xander, well Xander was Xander, enough said. Hell, even Xander's new girlfriend, Anya, provided pertinent information on beasts and demons alike seeing as how she turned most of them into the demons they were when she was a vengeance demon. When the conversation turned to Willow, Buffy and Xander seemed to search for words. Then they provided terms like 'good girl', 'computer wiz', and 'old reliable'. Not exactly the most complimentary words for a seventeen-year-old girl.

She slowly opened her door and entered her dark room. She flipped on the light and jumped back at the sight before her. Sitting comfortably in her stuffed chair sat Spike. His feet kicked out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He gazed at the redhead, ice-blue eyes traveling from head to toe slowly taking in all of her.

" 'Ello, pet." He said sensuously. Never even flinching from his current position.

"Spike" Willow gasped "How did you get in here? I've never invited you in before." She stated incredulous.

"Yeah, 'bout that, you should really rethink the whole 'welcome' mat outside your door. You never know the sort of baddie that could sneak in and eat you up," he purred as he waggled his eyebrows wickedly.

"Shit" Willow cursed in a low voice.

"Tsk, tsk, Red, such language from an innocent young thing like you." Spike slowly uncurled himself from the chair and approached her sensually.

His careless words brought back the earlier statements of her friends. Anger simmered in the redheaded witch as she brought her glittering green eyes to meet Spike's cerulean gaze defiantly.

Anger flushed Willow's skin. "Goddess, is that all anyone ever thinks of me? Innocent, good girl, old reliable!" She spat infuriated. "I can be more than that, dammit!" The redhead finished heatedly.

Spike's eyebrows raised slightly at her outburst. <Hmm, Red feels trapped being the good girl. Cor, this is priceless.> He thought evilly. He slowly continued his approach, stopping within a hair's breath of her.

"If it's the innocence you're wanting rid of, pet, I'd be more than happy to help you eliminate it." He whispered huskily as he reached out to tuck an errant piece of hair behind her ear.

Willow never flinched, her gaze never wavering. She was surprised that she wasn't afraid of the vampire before her. Spike looked her over once more, taking in the soft pink sweater, loose flowered skirt and her ever-present sneakers. He chuckled slightly. The small girl before him emanated innocence.

"Listen, pet, you can be more than just 'the good girl'. I know you have a great fire underneath those little girl clothes," Spike murmured seductively. "You work so hard at hiding it 's all."

Willow fumed. "Damn right I'm more than that. " She finished lowly, "I'm just afraid to show it."

The blonde vampire looked slightly confused. "Afraid? Why be afraid, luv."

"Because Buffy is all the things I want to be. Confident, beautiful, she doesn't take any shit from anybody. Me, I cower in the corner. I don't think they could handle the me I wanna be." Willow shrugged.

"Fuck 'em, Red. And Slutty, cor, yer so much more beautiful than her. All that fake color, not to mention she's a bitch." Spike spat out starring at the small witch before him.

"Spike, she's my friend." Willow said warningly. "Besides, wait...you think I'm beautiful?"

"Pet, you are intoxicating. A bloke could lose himself in you." Spike reached out to slowly caress her face. A sudden idea popped into his head.

"What are the rest of the gang doing tonight?" Spike asked innocently.

"Oz has a gig in LA, so Buffy went with him. Xander and Anya are visiting Xander's family out of town for the weekend, why? Spike what are you up to?" Willow asked slowly.

"Well, ducks, I think its time that the real Willow made an appearance. Do you trust me?" He asked with a wicked gleam in his brilliant blue eyes.

"What? What do you mean and no I don’t trust you as far as I can spit!" Willow couldn't stop the curiosity from showing in her eyes.

A wicked smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "Wot say you and I go out and let Willow...the real Willow out."

"What'd you have in mind?" Willow questioned. <Rosenberg, get a grip. You're actually contemplating going somewhere with him. He's a bloodthirsty undead killer. > Willow silently told her inner voice to shut the fuck up.

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"Sit down, Red." He slowly pushed her onto the cushioned stool in front of the vanity table. Spike turned her face up to stare intently into her eyes. "Trust me, luv. I'm not gonna 'urt you, okay?" Willow nodded slightly. Curiosity easing the fear that radiated through her body. Spike softly smoothed her hair away from her face and caressed his hand down her cheeks.

" Now, pet, let's make some changes, huh?" Spike smiled wickedly. Turning to the vanity, he quickly plundered through various make-up and bottles. He grabbed a small pot of shimmering powder.

"Wot the hell is this stuff, pet?" Spike asked as he eyed the make-up suspiciously. Willow giggled and took the powder from him. She casually brushed the powder over her cheekbones and down her pert nose. When she finished, she turned to him expectantly and beamed when Spike nodded his approval.

"Now, make your eyes, um, smoky."

Willow grabbed a smoky dark shadow and rubbed a small amount on her eyelids. She, then, grabbed a black eyeliner pencil and lined her eyes, using her small finger to smudge the harsh line for a softer effect. <Watching this girl put on make-up for me is about the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Spike, my boy, you're pathetic.> The vampire silently berated himself.

Willow's eyes fluttered open to stare at the blonde before her. She noticed for the first time that he was not wearing his trademark black jeans, black shirt and red button-up. Her eyes widened when she did realize what he was wearing. The tightest black leather pants she had ever seen. <<My goddess, what is that? Surely, that's not. No, it can't be?> She reddened and drew in a ragged breath as her eyes traveled up his body. He was wearing a soft black tight pullover, with the sleeves pushed up slightly over his muscular forearms. The tightness of the shirt accentuated his flawless washboard stomach. Willow gulped heavily and let her eyes slowly ascend to his face only to see his mischievous smirk.

"See something you like, pet?" Merriment tinted his voice.

Color flooded her cheeks as she realized she had gotten caught checking him out. <Goddess, what a fine specimen! > She thought as she quickly dropped her head.

"Don't!" Spike said emphatically and forced her eyes to meet his. "Pet, there's nothing wrong with looking, especially at me." Spike grinned smugly. Willow's face flooded an even deeper color when he read her mind.

"Luv, don't be embarrassed. Remember, new Willow."

Willow repeated the mantra as she proudly brought her eyes to his again. <New Willow, New Willow, New Willow...> She met his eyes and a huge smile illuminated her face.

"That's my girl!" Spike encouraged. The vampire watched as Willow finished of the look with soft, pink gloss on her delicate lips. He took in the finished effect and broke into a wide smile revealing perfect, white teeth. Willow found herself returning the smile, it was infective.

Willow stepped back from the mirror and gasped at the unfamiliar face staring back at her. There was a beautiful gir-...woman looking back at her. She looked up at Spike questioningly.

"Are you sure about this, Spike?" Willow said curiously.

"Pet, I've survived for 126 years, trust me, I know what I'm doing. Spike reassured the redhead.

"Now, what to wear..." Spike offered as he made his way to her closet and threw open the doors to peer inside. His gaze met fuzzy sweaters and little girl skirts. He pushed through the hangers mentally dismissing almost all of her clothes. "Aha!" he exclaimed and pulled a long denim skirt out. He then grabbed a tight long-sleeved black lace top and pulled it out. "Perfect...almost," he said more to himself than the witch watching him intently.

"Here, pet." Flinging his picks toward the bed. Stalking across the room to the armoire, he pulled drawers out and rummaged through the contents.

"Hey..." Willow started as she realized he was going through her underwear drawer. Crimson red stained her cheeks and a tingling started deep in her stomach thinking of his slender fingers on her underwear.

Spike rummaged through mounts of white cotton underwear, underwear with days of the week printed on them, little animals printed on a few. He sighed and reached to the very back of the drawer and his fingers collided with silk. "Oi! What's that?" He said mischievously turning to Willow as he pulled out the silk undies. Holding them up, he was slightly shocked to see a black silk thong and a black lace push-up bra. He felt himself harden instantly at the thought of Willow in this nothingness. Suddenly, Willow found the floor very interesting as she stared holes into it. She felt her skin burning from the color flooding her cheeks. She had bought the intimate things after reading in a magazine that a girl had to have a sexy set of underwear if she was interested in sex. Willow was secretly interested, very interested but never had the chance to test it.

"This will do perfectly, ducks. Put them on," he murmured sensuously and motioned for the Japanese screen in the corner of her room. Willow, determined to see this through, grabbed the clothes and made her way behind the screen. She quickly divested herself of her clothes until she stood totally naked. With trembling fingers, she reached for the silky underwear sliding them onto her hips marveling in the feel of the cool silk gliding over her heated skin. She quickly put on the lacy bra and her eyes widened timidly seeing a dangerous amount of her breasts uncovered. The bra pushed her breasts high and created an unbelievable cleavage. <Wow! > Willow thought innocently. She slid the black shirt on, gasping at the wrapped bodice and the expanse of breasts it revealed. Turning next to the skirt, she slid it up her thighs as she heard Spike continue to rummage through her closet. She glanced down at the denim skirt falling about mid-calf with a front split that ended dangerously close to the juncture of her thighs. <I can't wear this! > Peeking her head around the screen, she giggled to see Spike crouching on the floor of her closet and shoe after shoe was thrown over his shoulders.

"Um...Spike?" Spike whirled at the sound of her voice, losing his balance and falling to the floor. Willow erupted into genuine laughter at the look of utter surprise on the blonde's face. Spike held up triumphantly a pair of chunky black sandals and indicated that the redhead put them on as he gave her appearance a slow unwatched glance. The witch sat on the bed and strapped the sandals around her trim ankles.

"This won't do, pet. Won't do at all." Spike said as he rose from the floor and stalked toward her, stopping just in front of her. Willow's face fell, she had thought she looked good. <Why did I even bother? > She inwardly berated herself and her shoulders slumped. She felt the gentle touch of Spike's finger as he rose her chin to stare deep into her eyes.

"Pet, you look beautiful. It just needs some revisions, that's all. Do you trust me?" Spike asked gazing into her emerald eyes.

Willow gave a small nod as Spike turned toward her desk. Taking up a pair of scissors, he turned back toward the girl. Her eyes widened at the sultry look he gave her. A small chill raced up her back and fear surfaced for the first time.

"Sweetie, trust me." Spike pleaded. He pulled the black lace sleeve away from her arm and cut the sleeve off just below her shoulder. He slit the sleeve up to her shoulder giving the shirt an open air. He repeated the same motions to the other sleeve then stepped back to observe the change. A pleased look crossed his face as he bent and gave a vicious rip to the skirt, tearing it to mid-thigh leaving only a small amount blanketed. Willow looked down at the ragged hem in shock as Spike stood before her. He softly grasped her shoulders and turned her toward the mirror. Willow gazed into the mirror, unsure of the seductress starring back at her. Her eyes filled with unshed tears at the beauty she recognized for the first time. Spike returned to the vanity and picked up a bottle. Squirting some of the thick gel into his hands, he ran his hands through her shoulder length flaming hair, tousling it into waves that framed her face. Wiping his hands on her robe, he turned back to her seeing the tears for the first time.

"Pet?" he questioned when she flung herself into his arms. The surprised vampire tentatively returned the hug.

"Thank you...I love it!" Slowly releasing her death grip, she pulled back and gazed into his eyes. The desire was evident in his blue orbs. Before she realized what happened, Willow was involved in an intense kiss with the blond bombshell. His tongue stroked her lips, begging for entrance, which she hadn't the willpower to refuse. She gasped as his cool tongue filled her mouth challenging hers to a battle. With a small moan, she took up the gauntlet and caressed his tongue with her own. His hands gripped her tighter and Spike ground his growing erection into her stomach. <Fuck! She tastes like heaven. If we're ever going to go anywhere tonight, I have to stop this fast! > He quickly stepped back and his eyes bore into hers.

"You ready, ducks?" The spell was broken and Willow nodded silently. They made their way outside and walked to the corner of the street where a black late model convertible waited patiently. Spike quickly opened the door for her, Willow stood in shock.

"Spike, you can't steal this car!" She seethed. His laughter filled the air as he dug into his duster to retrieve the keys, holding them up for her view.

"Wha..."

"The Poof got interested in a little thing called 'stock market' way back when," Spike shrugged, "I paid attention." Willow's face reflected the shock she felt. Her mouth hanging open and eyes wide.

"What, just cause I'm a vampire doesn't mean we all have to live in squander, does it?" Spike asked with laughter still showing in his blue eyes.

Willow shook her head and mumbled a small "No, guess not." She allowed him to seat her inside the car. The cool black leather enveloped her in a comfortable embrace. Spike jumped into the driver's seat and turned the key. The car roared to life and a steady beat fell from the speakers.

"Hold on, luv." Spike smirked as the car sped off down the street. At a breakneck pace, they made their way down the small town streets. Willow loved the feel of the cool California breeze blowing over her face. Spike watched the look of immense pleasure cross her face and shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat. The suddenly too tight leather pants cutting off all coherent thoughts.

Within minutes, they pulled up to a chic club on the south side of town. Willow knew of the club, but never dreamed she would soon be inside. The minimum age was 21, her being seventeen she had never even tried. She looked at Spike worriedly.

"It’s okay, luv, Spike's got it taken care of." Spike replied as if reading her thoughts.

They exited the car and made their way to the door where a vicious-looking bouncer stood guarding the door. The line waiting to enter stretched halfway down the street. Spike grasped the small redhead's hand and pulled her toward the door. He nodded at the bouncer and gave a halfhearted "Hey, mate." Willow was shocked to see the bouncer step aside and open the door to them.

A sensuous beat emanated from the club and lights blinked around them. Willow glanced around to see at least 200 people enjoying the music. People were everywhere. Spike led her slowly into the club making a beeline toward the bar.

"What'll you have, pet?" Spike asked yelling over the music.

"Um...well, Coke, I guess." Willow replied in a raised voice. Spike's brows drew together and he frowned. "Coke, right." He turned toward the bartender and ordered two drinks. When the bartender returned, he placed two shot glasses filled with amber liquid in front of the two unlikely partners. He also placed a salt shaker and a small bowl full of limes on the bar. Lastly, placing a half-filled bottle on the bar of the same liquid filling their glasses. Willow's eyebrows knitted together as she looked at the glasses in confusion.

"What is that?" Willow questioned. The question coming out in a barely concealed squeak.

"Sorry, luv, all out of Coke. Drink up this, will relax you." Spike licked his hand and shook a generous amount of salt on the damp spot. He turned toward Willow and his tongue lapped at the salt. He threw back the drink, swallowing it all in one gulp. Willow watched mesmerized as he then put a slice of lime into his mouth and sucked sensuously. His gaze never wavering.

"Ahh, that's better. You try." Spike took the witch's hand and his tongue snaked out to draw across the pad of her thumb. Willow sucked in a gasp of air as his cool tongue made contact with her skin. He poured the salt on her hand and handed her the shot glass. Willow took a deep breath and threw back the drink in the same manner Spike did. The drink was like liquid fire burning down her throat and settling in her belly. She grabbed the lime and sucked it into her mouth and her face scrunched up at the multitude of tastes that exploded on her tongue. Spike laughed and quickly refilled the glasses. Another shot disappeared in silence. Willow felt the blood leave her head and a delicious dizziness replaced it. She glanced at Spike through heavy lidded eyes. Spike finished his third drink and stood grabbing her hand.

"Come, luv, let's dance." He pulled her through the people to the crowded dance floor. A sexy rhythm blared from the speakers, the lights blinking in time with the music. Willow felt the alcohol burning through her blood, calling her to abandon all thoughts of what a dangerous situation she was really in. The redhead smiled dreamily up at the gorgeous blonde as he grabbed her tightly around the waist hauling her body flush against his. She rested her hands on his muscular arms, soon losing herself into the beat of the music singing through her. The vampire and the witch moved as one, keeping perfect time with the sensuous beat. Spike slowly ground against her, bringing his hands up to tangle in her hair. Willow's head fell back giving him easy access to bring his mouth to her throat, caressing it lovingly with is tongue.

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Angel swung open the door and entered the busy club. <What a fucked up night this has been! > The dark-haired vampire thought as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a whiskey neat and turned to scan the club. He had visited every dump, dive and club in Sunnydale looking for his wayward childe. He didn't trust Spike not to try to get to Willow. His eyes scanned over the crowd until they found a platinum blonde head on the dance floor. <Bingo! > Angel watched his childe's graceful movements and turned his eyes toward the sexy siren he was dancing with. The dark vampire gazed up from the black sandals up the legs that never ended. His eyebrows raised in appreciation of the beauty before him. His eyes followed up the denim skirt barely covering the girl's ass, slim arms, and high pert breasts. Angel shifted on his barstool as the arousal surged to the surface. His thoughts imagined what his Willow would look like in an outfit like that. <Shit, calm down you idiot before you embarrass yourself like a schoolboy. > He downed the whiskey and motioned for the bartender to refill it, which he quickly drained. The bartender filled up a third time and Angel handed him a $20. He turned his eyes back toward the spectacle on the dance floor. The girl still had her back toward him and he noticed for the first time that she was a redhead. <Of course that little shit would choose a redhead! >

Suddenly, the girl turned in Spike's embrace. Her back pressed flush against his childe as she ground her hips into Spike's groin. Angel took a long drink from the whiskey as his eyes met her face. He jumped up and coughed from the whiskey burning a path straight towards his cock.

<WILLOW! > Angel's demon screamed as he stared at the object of his obsession sensuously dancing with his soon-to-be-dead childe.

~Part: 7~ Dreams

Angel couldn't believe what he saw. Willow, HIS Willow, dancing so sensuously with his errant childe. <God, she looks amazing! > Angel thought, wondering about the transformation of the shy hacker. Angel downed the rest of his whiskey and motioned the bartender for the whole damn bottle. He downed his third glass, his eyes never leaving the writhing pair on the dance floor. He felt the alcohol easing his tension, giving way to a warm feeling that spread through his undead body. He was on fire as he watched the pair continue to dance as an equally sexy beat of another song started. Angel smirked and slammed the glass down on the bar making his way toward the blonde vampire and his favorite Scooby.

Willow was drowning in a sea of sexual tension. Spike's hands continued their onslaught of her body. Slowly running them down her arms, he traced the side of her breasts with his fingers. His soft touch continued to heat her small body. She closed her eyes and let the music carry her away. She heard a deep growl from Spike's chest and saw him glancing over her shoulder. Before she could turn, she felt a hard cool body press intimately into her back. Turning her head slightly, she caught chocolate brown eyes burning into hers. <Oh, gods! ANGEL! > Willow's mind screamed. Angel gripped her waist and forcefully pulled her against him. She immediately felt the large bulge pressing into her butt <Heaven and Hell!> She moaned. Spike pressed intimately against her front, his hands still softly outlining her breasts. Cool fingertips grazed over her nipples hardening them into small peaks. Willow's head fell back onto Angel's shoulder as the three moved gracefully to the music blaring around them. Spike's leather clad knee found it's way between her thighs as he ground himself into her, his eyes never wavering from his Sire. Angel sexily smirked at his childe conveying his silent message that he wasn't trying to steal the redhead, maybe just join in. Spike's glare softened into a wicked smile as his sire's thoughts entered his mind.

Willow was drowning. The feelings the two vampires were evoking on her small body were consuming her with fire. Four hands roamed over her, Angel's sliding along her thigh slowly raising the hem of her skirt slightly. One of Spike's tangled into her flaming hair, the other rubbing circles into the small of her back. She felt wetness pool between her thighs. <Gods, I want this! I want them both! Ho, much? > Willow thought wildly. They continued to grind and touch, all three losing themselves in each other, unaware of any other person in the club. Willow raised her hands, grasped each man's head and pressed them to her throat. Soft purrs reverberated from her skin as she released a deep moan. Both men's tongues tentatively reached out to lick the creamy expanse of her neck, nuzzling into her hair. The vampire's movements mirrored each other and were slowly driving Willow out of her mind. She could feel their erections pressing intimately into her from front and rear. No one noticed as the song faded away.

The music stopped, effectively breaking the spell the trio was under. Willow's skin was flushed, her breath coming in soft pants as she realized where she was and who was pressed against her. <Oh, shit! > She tensed immediately and bolted. Never looking back, she ran from the club running blindly through the streets. She didn't stop until she found herself in front of her door. Great gasps were falling from her lips. Her chest burned with lack of oxygen and her limbs tingled with exertion. She quickly opened the door and ran up to her room. Leaning heavily against the door, she finally caught a much-needed deep breath.

"Oh, my Goddess, what have I done?" Her body still hummed with unfulfilled desire. She crawled to the side of the bed and pulled herself up. Slowly removing her clothes, she crawled naked between the sheets, pulling them tight around her throat. Willow flipped off the light and welcomed the darkness. She exhaustedly closed her eyes and within minutes fell into a deep sleep.

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Willow was in a shadowed room. She glanced around the unknown place and fear welled up inside her. She looked down and was shocked to see she was as naked as the day she was born. Sensing a movement behind her, the frightened redhead turned slightly to see an equally naked Angel advancing toward her. His strong hands gripped her small waist turning her to face him. Willow's eyes shut tightly against the view she longed to see. She had never seen a naked man before, other than in textbooks. Nothing could have prepared her for the beautiful sight before her as her eyes slowly opened. She took in muscular legs, a broad expanse of pale flesh covering his chest, strong arms enveloped her. She tentatively looked up into the dark vampire's face meeting his velvet gaze with her own emerald one. The redhead caught his half smile as he brushed her hair from her face, gazing deeply into her eyes. Willow inhaled deeply, seeing the intense desire and passion for her in his golden gaze. She had yet to look at the object pressing into her stomach. Taking a ragged breath, she dropped her gaze and stared at his pulsing shaft. All breath left her body as she traced the long, thick length surrounded by dark curls with one slender finger. <Textbook penises don't look like that. They definitely don't look that big! > Willow thought as Angel's head descended toward her.

She raised her head as his lips caught hers in a bruising kiss, pouring out all the passion she saw mirrored in his eyes moments before. The young witch moaned deep as she gave herself up to the feelings he was evoking. The tall vampire crushed her small body to him and lifted her off the ground. She clung to him; fingers weaving into his dark hair as his tongue created wicked sensations inside her mouth. Her lover's hands came down behind her knees and swept her up into his embrace. He slowly made his way across the unfamiliar room to a huge bed in the corner. She felt the silky material at her back as he tenderly lowered her to the bed. He quickly joined her and pressed his full length against her, his mouth never breaking the kiss. Angel's hands were everywhere, skimming across her body with feather light touches. His large hand gripped her (left/ right) breast, his fingers rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twirling it into a hard peak. His mouth descended down her throat trailing fiery kisses the whole way.

Willow was dying. Wetness dripped from her core and tautness built from deep inside her. The dark vampire's mouth wandered back to her breast and laved her nipple before taking the entire areola into his mouth. He sucked roughly like a child nursed by its mother, sending bolts of pleasure through Willow's body. The redhead thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her hair fanning-out like a flame. Tentatively, she began to touch him back. She let her hand trail down his muscular chest. Finding his nipples, she playfully twisted them. A deep masculine moan reverberated through the room as her hands floated down his well-build stomach until they came to a rest at the base of his engorged shaft. The young girl slowly reached out to touch him. The silky skin that pulsed under her hand amazed her as she tried to fit her small fingers around his girth. Angel took an unneeded breath as he felt her hand make a gentle downward movement. Stars forming behind his tightly closed eyelids as her hand stroked again toward the tip, rubbing her thumb over the weeping head.

He quickly extracted himself from her grasp and in a movement that defied gravity, he flipped them over. Willow was draped over him and he placed their joined hands beside his head. Their lips met in a wild kiss as Angel ground himself into her intimate center. Willow became slowly aware of another pair of pale hands that traced up her arms to join the clasped hands of herself and the dark man below her. A cool body pressed against her back and the red-haired beauty turned her head slightly to meet a cerulean blue gaze. <Spike! > The blonde vampire draped his lean body across her back, effectively trapping her between the cool hard bodies of the vampires. All of their hands still entwined; Spike began to move his cock against her firm ass. Three bodies writhing in intense passion as they imitated an age-old motion. Spike dropped his hand down between their bodies and grasped his sire's hard shaft, eliciting a delighted hiss from the dark vampire. The blonde then positioned the large member at Willow's dripping center. In one motion, Angel pressed forward, breaching the barrier of the small girl's virginity. The innocent young woman gasped at the intense pain that gripped her body. Angel forced himself to remain still so that the witch could adjust to the foreign feeling inside of her. Spike peppered her back with tongue-filled kisses to help to ease the pain she was feeling.

Drawing on her inner strength, Willow moved her hips, allowing Angel's thick cock to ease slowly out until only the tip remained inside. In a movement that shocked both vampires, she impaled herself on her dark lover, embedding him completely within her tight wet channel. Angel's head arched back at the overwhelming sensation. Spike continued to massage her back and ass, eliciting the most delicious sensations. His sire started a slow rhythm of withdrawal and insertion as Spike quietly reached for the bedside table. Willow was lost to the sensation as she felt cold fingers probing her rear. Soft touches teasing her virgin rosebud. She tensed immediately, but Angel grabbed her head and forced a blinding kiss on her lips as the younger vampire eased one finger slowly deep inside her. Willow moaned into her dark lover's mouth at the foreign feeling emanating from her ass. Without knowing, she pushed back against the digit buried inside her bottom and effectively drove Angel deeper inside her slit. Spike inserted another finger, stretching the tight ring of muscle, preparing her for the next step.

Angel continued his slow rocking motion into the small redhead above him. When Spike withdrew his slick fingers, Willow keened at the loss of sensation. She soon felt the tip of Spike's cock teasing her from behind. The older vampire again stilled and grasped Willow's head, forcing a bruising kisses to her lips. His tongue slipped inside her mouth to battle with hers. Spike eased himself slowly into Willow from behind until she felt his sac against her bum. The animalistic moan that escaped from Spike's throat sent shivers through his two lovers. Meeting his sire's eyes across Willow's shoulder, Spike nodded that he was ready for the next onslaught. Taking the hint from his childe, Angel slowly pulled out of Willow almost completely. As he slammed forward again, Spike drew back only to ease back inside as Angel withdrew.

Willow had never felt so consumed by the feelings coursing through her body. She turned her head slightly and ravaged the blonde's mouth. Spike gripped her hips in a vice-like grip to steady her to his and Angel's alternating rhythm. The heated girl felt a fire build in her stomach that spread quickly to her core. Her body coiled and tightened at the foreign feeling. She searched Angel's eyes for answers to what was happening to her.

"Let go, Willow. Cum for us, baby." Willow shut her eyes and felt her walls explode with her orgasm. She screamed at the intense pleasure. Her contracting walls gripped both Angel and Spike, causing both vampires eyes to roll back and ecstatic growls rumbled from their throats. Angel felt his sac tighten and caught the gaze once again of his childe. Spike saw the pending release mirrored in his sire's amber gaze and let himself go to the sensations wracking his body. Both men buried their heads into opposite sides of the redhead's neck as the ridges formed and their canines lengthened. They struck as one and pierced the soft flesh of Willow's throat. Blood exploded on their tongues, as they tasted the true essence of the girl between them. Angel roared as his seed burst forth filling Willow's still fluttering channel. Spike followed immediately with a grunt as his emission flooded Willow's tight hole. As a second orgasm ripped through her body, Willow screamed again.

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Willow bolted from her sleep and sat straight up in bed. Her pale skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the bedclothes tangled around her body. Her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes darting around the room to confirm that she was indeed in her room.

Across town in a mansion on Crawford Street, the dark vampire shot up from his bed. He glanced around wildly, his undead lungs gasping for unneeded breath. Realizing that he was in his room alone, he slumped back onto the pillow. His mind replaying the erotic scene in his dream.

In a dank crypt in the middle of Restfield cemetery, a platinum blond vampire too shot up of the sarcophagus. Running a shaking hand through his tousled hair, he stared down at the growing wet spot evident on his blanket.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike muttered.

~Part: 8~ Prophecy

"Buffy, what do you want me to do?" Angel threw the box of papers on the street. He and Buffy had just come from gathering information regarding the Ascension and the mayor from a recently deceased professor's apartment. The discussion had quickly turned to Angel's upcoming departure from Sunnydale.

"I'm just saying, you don't have to leave Sunnydale. You and I have accepted we can't be together, and are moving on with our lives. Why do you have to leave?" Buffy questioned her ex-lover.

<Because I'm falling in love with your best friend.> Angel thought bitterly. He couldn't exactly voice his true reasons for leaving; he didn't know how Buffy would react to his growing feelings for Willow.

"Buffy, its just time for me to move on. I'm glad you're happy…with Oz. That's all I've ever wanted for you." Angel stared down at the small blond. His sincere words meant everything to Buffy, especially his acceptance of her growing relationship with Oz.

"Still, I don't want you to leave. You mean a lot to me." The Slayer smiled up at the dark vampire.

"Thanks, Buff-" Angel's words were violently cut off as an arrow pierced his back. The vampire clutched his chest and fell to his knees, burning pain searing his chest. Buffy dropped to her knees screaming "ANGEL!"

On a rooftop on a nearby building, Faith lowered the crossbow. A satisfied smile flickered across her face at the scene below. A crowd had started to gather around the small Slayer and the vampire prone in the street.

"You missed his heart." The man beside Faith commented dryly.

"Meant to." Faith murmured.

~~~*~~~

Willow walked from the bathroom clad in only a towel and running her fingers through her wet hair. She entered her bedroom to jump back at the sight of the leather clad blonde vampire reclining on her bed.

"Damn, Spike! Will you stop doing this? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Willow shouted.

"Hello, Sunshine. Enjoy your shower? More the pity, if I were a little earlier I could have joined you," Spike purred seductively.

Willow rolled her eyes and became acutely aware that she was standing before him almost naked. She reddened underneath his sultry gaze. She quickly grabbed her terrycloth robe and slipped into it, effectively covering herself from him.

"What do you want, Spike?" Willow asked as she sat down at her desk brushing wet flaming strands back from her face.

<Wet Willow! > Spike thought as he took in her clean, fresh skin. He shifted uncomfortably as his mind drifted to wicked thoughts of him and Willow and a hot, steamy shower.

"SPIKE!" Willow screeched. Not even wanting to guess at where his thoughts had been. The look on his face giving a good indication of his less-than-pure mind.

"Was just wanderin', Red, how have you been sleeping lately?" Spike leered; cocking his head slightly to stare as the witch started to squirm in her seat.

"What? How…Huh?" Willow stammered. Her eyes darting around the room to stare at anything but the incredibly sexy vampire she had been dreaming about lately.

"You 'now, I seem to be having these dreams. Erotic dreams, really steamy... starring you, Red. You know anything about it?" Spike uncurled himself from the bed and sauntered toward her. He reached down to tousle her drying hair.

Willow slowly brought her eyes to meet his brilliant blue gaze. <Shit!> she inwardly cursed. How was she going to explain this one?

"They're your dreams, right Red?" Suddenly, Spike collapsed to the floor clutching his chest obviously in immense pain.

"Spike, Spike?" Willow dropped beside the blonde vampire, gently touching his face. His eyes squeezed tightly shut; his face mirrored the pain radiating through his body. He rocked back and forth on the floor clutching his chest with his hands, gripping his shirt.

"Sire." Spike groaned. His wild eyes met her emerald ones; she could see the look of pure terror that passed over his features.

"Spike, what's wrong? What's wrong with Angel?" Willow babbled fear creeping into the remotest corners of her mind. She sensed the urgency within Spike. Something was terribly wrong.

~~~*~~~

Buffy, Xander and Giles had managed to get the dark vampire to the mansion. Buffy glanced at her ex-boyfriend lying motionless on the bed. His pale skin translucent against the crimson sheets. Sweat pooled off his body, dripping from his forehead and dotting his chest.

"Giles, what is it? We removed the arrow, why didn't he start healing already?" Buffy looked at her Watcher questioningly.

"I'm not sure, Buffy. Something must have been on the arrow. We need Willow, she can run tests to see if it can provide any answers." Giles removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirttails.

Buffy quickly grabbed for her cell phone and dialed Willow's number. Praying that her friend be home. The phone rang three times before Buffy's prayers were answered.

"Hello?"

"Willow, it's Angel. He's sick, we need you." Buffy said quickly. Willow sensed the fear in her friend's voice. A deep foreboding overtook the small witch. She quickly glanced at Spike lying on the bed. His small moans echoing through the room.

"Where are you?" Willow questioned frantically.

"At the mansion. We need you to test something to find out what's making him sick. Willow, please hurry." Buffy pleaded.

"I'm on my way." Willow whispered as she hung up the phone. Her eyes darted back to the vampire on her bed. His hands tangled in the sheets and his body noticeably relaxed.

"Spike, I have to go. Angel's in trouble." Willow ran her hand over the vampire's face. She was shocked when his bright blue eyes snapped open.

"I'm coming with you." He said with newfound strength.

"No, Spike, you can't. The others don't know you're back. I can't worry about you and help take care of Angel too. Please, just stay here." She pleaded as she ran to her desk and scribbled on a piece of paper quickly. "Here's the number to my cell phone, if you need me, call. Please, don't leave."

Willow grabbed her jacket and ran out the door not waiting for the vampire to answer.

~~~*~~~

Willow quickly made her way to Crawford Street. She silently entered the mansion, searching for anyone. She saw Xander and Giles pacing before the fireplace, their faces set in grim lines.

"What's wrong? Where's Angel?" Willow asked frantically.

"Willow, thank God you’re here. He's in there." Giles said pointing toward the bedroom. "Buffy's watching over him. Faith shot him with an arrow, but the wound isn't healing and he is burning up with fever. I need you to do tests on the arrow. Maybe it will shed some light on what's wrong with him."

"Sure." Willow said softly. Her eyes drifting toward the bedroom door. Her heart felt so heavy in her chest. She desperately wanted to see the dark vampire. Slowly, her feet moved toward the doorway. She paused in the opening to stare at the scene before her. Buffy sat in a chair beside the bed, her head hanging down dejectedly. Willow's eyes fell upon the bed, where her breath caught in her throat. Tremors wrecked Angel's body and sweat seeped from his skin. Without even realizing, she drifted toward the bed and tentatively put her hand on Buffy's shoulder, her gaze never leaving the man on the bed.

Buffy visibly jumped at the contact and turned her head slightly. When she saw Willow standing there, she bolted into her friend's arms enveloping the small witch in a crushing embrace.

"Oh, Willow, help him. He's dying I can feel it," Buffy whispered as tears flowed down her cheeks wetting Willow's shirt. Buffy's sudden release of emotion caused the redhead's tears to fall unnoticed from her eyes.

"It’ll be okay," Willow murmured as she stroked the Slayer's hair. "We’ll fix this, I promise."

Buffy sobbed onto her best friend's shoulder for a moment before she turned and ran from the room. Her emotions forcing her to distance herself from the vampire on the bed.

Willow slowly approached the bed and tenderly sat on the edge. She tentatively reached forward to trace her hand down Angel's face. The sweat dotting his skin wetting her small hand. She was shocked when his eyes opened and found her face.

"Will" he croaked.

Willow's looked at him with wide eyes. She had yet to say anything, she could only stare at the blank glance mirrored in his velvet brown eyes.

"Shouldn't have left you, Will. Never meant to hurt you. I love you, Will." Angel murmured deliriously.

Willow slowly realized who Angel thought was sitting beside him. She knew that the fever burning within his body was clouding his mind.

"Sssh. It's okay. We're going to help you." Willow murmured softly continuing to stroke the dark vampire's damp face.

"Willow?" Angel stared at her in recognition. " Love you too, Willow." He said weakly as his body surrendered to unconsciousness. Willow gasped aloud at Angel's words. <He's delirious. He doesn't know what he's saying. He just said he loved Spike and me!> Willow's mind raced. Her heart pounded in her chest at the possibility of his words being true. Willow stood and made her way into the great room seeing her friends gathered around the fireplace. She noticed that Cordelia and Oz had arrived and sat on each side of Buffy, trying to comfort the hysterical Slayer.

"Xander, Giles go to the library. We need books; perhaps you can find something that will help us. Bring them back here and we'll all search" Willow ordered with conviction.

"Oz, grab my bag. I have things to test the arrow. Please set them up on the coffee table." Willow said turning toward her ex-boyfriend.

"Cordelia, go into the kitchen. Bring some cool water and towels. We need to try to cool Angel down and reduce his fever." Willow said, surprised that the cheerleader leapt up to do her bidding.

"What about me, Will? What can I do?" Buffy said in a small child-like voice. Her wide eyes searching Willow's. Willow glanced softly at her best friend, unbelieving that the Slayer was asking her what to do.

"I want you to stay with Angel. Try to make him comfortable. Talk to him and just be there for him, okay."

Buffy wiped her eyes and nodded rapidly as she jumped from the couch and rushed toward the bedroom. Willow stared at the remaining Scooby Gang as they scattered to comply with her requests. She quickly went to the coffee table noticing that Oz had set up her chemistry set as asked. She swiped the point of the arrow and placed the sample on a slide. Peering into her microscope, her eyes widened at the liquid reflected in the scope.

"It's poison." Willow whispered her eyes turning to Oz as the werewolf's face fell.

~~~*~~~

"I think we found something!" Giles shouted as he and Xander reentered the mansion, their arms full of musty books. "We found a prophecy regarding what I think is the attack on Angel." The books were stacked on the floor by the couch. Giles grabbed the book on the top and quickly turned to a marked page. Buffy and Cordelia reappeared from the bedroom and all eyes and ears were attuned to the Watcher's words.

The dark one will fall by the Slayer's hands.

Blood of a Slayer will be spilled.

Call on the favored and the flame to

Join the dark one.

A bond will be forged with a circle of blood.

The dark warrior will be eternally bound

With the light and tempered by flame.

Stillness resounded around the room. Everyone silently trying to decipher the riddle of the prophecy. Suddenly, Buffy stood up, a look of pure determination on her face.

"I know what I have to do." Buffy stated with confidence.

"What?" Willow asked softly staring at the small Slayer.

"I have to kill Faith!" The small blonde replied with conviction. Everyone's surprised looks forced her to quickly explain her statement.

"The prophecy says that 'the dark one will fall by Slayer's hands. The blood of a Slayer will be spilled.' That means Faith, and that I have to kill her to save Angel." She looked around expectantly to the others for their translation.

"Buffy, I'm not so sure you should goafter Faith unprepared. I mean the prophecy mentions more than just Slayer blood being spilled." Giles stated removing his clean glasses to re-clean them on his shirt.

"Yeah, I know but Faith has to be stopped. Who knows which one of us she will target next." Xander replied heatedly.

"I'm going. I have to do this, Giles." Buffy pleaded with the Watcher. Silently giving his acceptance Giles slowly dropped his head to stare at the floor. Buffy quickly moved to the weapon's chest she knew was behind the leather sofa. Throwing open the lid, she grabbed a lethal looking dagger and left the mansion without another word to the group.

"We have work to do," Willow stated to no one in particular.

"I agree." Giles replied softly. "Everyone grab a book. Find anything you can about the prophecy or this blasted poison."

~~~*~~~

After an hour of exhaustive research, the group had come no closer to solving the mystery of the prophecy than before they started. Willow eased herself back into the room where Angel rested. She gazed lovingly at his pale face as he writhed on the bed. The fever had intensified and she felt him growing weaker by the minute. <I have to do something! I can't just let him lie here and die! > She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she drew closer to the bed. Angel mumbled incoherently.

"Will. I'm so sorry, Will. I never meant to hurt you." Angel repeated the mantra over and over again, as if trying to convince himself instead of the one he called out to. Willow tenderly bathed his face and chest with the cool rag, praying to the Gods and Goddesses that she believed in that they would find an answer soon. Commotion coming from the great room drew her back to the doorway.

Willow espied a defeated Buffy standing by the hearth. By her slumped shoulders and lowered head, the redhead knew it was not good news.

"Faith's dead. I killed her." Buffy mumbled quietly. "She jumped from the building onto a truck. I couldn't reach her, I couldn't stop her." Buffy's voice raising to a frantic pitch. Oz quickly came forward to grasp her shoulders in a comforting embrace. The small blonde wrapped her arms around him and sagged against him as if the weight of the world was on her tiny shoulders.

Giles looked up from the musty, old text he had been glued to even during Buffy's admission of murdering the rouge slayer. "I think I found something." He said as he quickly cross-referenced with another text.

"The second line says to call on the favored. Well, vampires use favored to describe their Childer. Especially the ones they hold dearest to them. The way I am reading this prophecy, only the favored childe's blood can save Angel." Giles looked to each person as he said the words.

The silence was deafening as each person processed what Giles had just said. Their minds racing with this new information, only one word was whispered, "Drucilla."

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Willow's mind raced. No one had seen Dru since Spike carried her away during the 'Acathla' battle. Of course, Willow secretly knew that Dru was somewhere in South America. Even if it were still true, Angel didn't have that kind of time. The witch could somehow "feel" the somber vampire slipping further away. Maybe Spike could help…<Oh, shit! Spike!>

The redhead had been so wrapped up in her worry for Angel that she failed to realize that Dru wasn't the only favored childe of Angelus. She twisted her fingers in the material of her skirt. <No one, but Angel and I know Spike is back. What do I do now?> The voices of the others slowly drifted to her and she snapped back to the conversation going on around her.

"Dru could be anywhere. No one has seen or heard from her and 'Fangboy Jr.' since they rode out of Dodge." Xander stated the obvious. Though his words made it perfectly clear how he felt about Spike and the insane vampiress.

"Angel, doesn't have that long. We can't go off on a wild goose chase to track her down. We have to do something now!" Buffy replied desperately.

Turning to Giles, Oz offered "Giles, is there record of any other Childer Angel sired? Maybe I could take Xander and visit Willie. He may know something."

"The records are very vague. Seems Angelus was very protective of his childer. " Giles said furiously searching additional texts.

Willow's face reflected the inner turmoil going through her mind. Should she tell the others of Spike? <I can't just let Angel die. But I won't let them hurt Spike.> She closed her eyes and silently prayed to her Goddess that she did the right thing.

As the others talked amongst themselves, Willow softly murmured, "There is another one."

"I'm sorry, Willow, another what?" Giles questioned the red-haired hacker.

"Another childe of Angelus. His most favored, even more than Dru;" Willow finished in hushed tone and continued to stare into the fireplace.

"Willow, how do you know this?" Giles questioned.

"Angel and I talked of his past. He told me things he said no one knew." She glanced toward Buffy and hurriedly added "Buffy, I'm sorry, he made me promise not to tell." The witch searched the blonde's face for any hint of anger. Buffy rushed to her friend and knelt in front of her. The Slayer clasped Willow's hands tightly.

"I'm glad you were there for him, Will. He needs a friend like you." Buffy soothed, unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

"Well, Willow, do you know this other childe?" "Yeah, who is it, Will?" Questions bombarded the redhead from every angle.

"Me." Came a British voice from behind them. Everyone turned suddenly to see Spike standing in the doorway.

~Part: 9~ Bound

Everyone, except Willow, jumped to their feet preparing for battle at the single word uttered from the blond vampire in the doorway. A stake instantly appeared in Buffy's hand, poised and raised for the killing blow. Spike's sardonic smirk increased at the greeting he received.

"Gosh, didn't know you missed me so much!" he sarcastically gushed.

"What the hell are you doing here, Spike?" Buffy seethed. "I thought we had an agreement. I let Dru live and I never had to see you again."

"Hello, people! EVIL! I don't make 'deals' with the Slayer. So, sod off, Slutty!" Spike shouted warily eyeing each person gathered in front of the fireplace. His blue eyes found Willow sitting in a chair; her shoulders slumped appearing much smaller than she actually was. He saw the worry etching her pretty face. The only thing he wanted to do was go and comfort her, but the five other people occupying the room prevented him from doing it.

Spike cocked his head, "Where is he?"

"What! If you think I'm letting you near Angel you're crazier than your lunatic girlfriend!" Buffy stood defensively waiting for the first movement from the vampire so she could attack.

"Stop it!" Willow mumbled still gazing into the cold fireplace.

"Watch your mouth, Pet, you know nothing of me or Dru. So, back off!" Spike spat disgustedly.

"Buffy, just stake him!" Xander screamed jumping behind the small Slayer.

Spike chuckled evilly. "Still hiding behind the Slayer's skirt tail, whelp?" Malice dripping from his voice.

"Hey! Shut up, Fang breath!" was Xander's faltering retort.

"Stop!" Willow said slightly louder, covering her ears with her hands, as tears silently fell from her pale cheeks.

"We're wasting time, Buffy! We have to do something, now!" Giles stated, knowing he had to get a grasp on the situation before it escalated to a full-blown battle. His young protégé was in no way prepared to face a master vampire that had been responsible for the demise of two Slayers, least of all with her current mental condition

"Watcher, still playing father-figure? Some things never change. How's the gypsy teacher? Oh, right, she's dead, isn't she?" Spike cutting the other Englishman to the bone with his cruel taunt.

"Why you little..." Giles roared as he flew toward the blonde, determined to protect Jenny's memory.

"CEASE!" Willow screamed. Everyone in the room stood frozen to their respective places. Xander grabbed at his throat as the words failed to come. Everyone stared at the small witch, huge tears rolling down her face.

"Angel is dying and you all stand here trading insults! I can't believe you people. If you can't shut up long enough to help me save him, then leave! But you aren't doing him any good this way." Willow stood tall as she addressed the people surrounding her. Everyone in the room had the decency to look ashamed at their behavior. The witch's wise words stilling all thoughts of killing or slaying.

"Do we understand each other?" Willow asked softly. Each person in the room murmured an affirmative reply and with a wave of her hand the spell was lifted.

"Good, now everyone take a seat. We have a lot to discuss." Willow surprised everyone by walking toward the blonde vampire and extending her hand. Spike tentatively grasped the redhead's offered hand and allowed her to lead him to the fireplace indicating that he sat next to her on the couch

Willow took a deep breath and began, "Spike was...is Angel's most favored childe."

"But, Willow" Giles interjected slowly, "the Watcher's Diaries-"

"Are wrong, mate," replied Spike as he looked around at his greatest enemies. "Angelus protected me like his own son. He knew if he claimed me as his childe, instead of Dru, that my life would be endangered from other clans." Spike chuckled hollowly, revealing truths that had not been spoken in decades. "Peaches let everyone think, including the Watcher's Council, that I was Dru's childe. The Council was convinced that I wasn't a threat, because of Dru's insanity, that I couldn't be a serious enemy.

Every eye in the room widened at Spike's confession. Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Spike was Angel's childe!

"Wait a minute, you mean you and Angel...EEEEWWW!" came Xander's retort at the thought of the two vampires as a couple.

Giles looked heavenward praying for patience not to strangle the boy that had been a pain in his ass for the last three years. The Watcher cautiously spoke, "Xander, vampire relations aren't that black and white, if you will. The bond between Sire and Childe is one -- if not -- the strongest bond in the demon world. It surpasses the father/child relationship. It encompasses teacher, disciplinarian and even lover." Giles looked toward Spike for affirmation to his statement. Spike nodded subtly toward the Watcher.

Willow grabbed Spike's hand tightly. A movement that was not lost to the rest of the group.

"Now, what?" Oz asked enigmatically.

"I have to re-establish the Sire/Childe bond with the Poof!" Spike said using his favorite nickname for his sire. He continued, "Once the blood is shared, the bond will be re-established and my blood will help heal him almost instantly. Blood is powerful stuff, folks"

"But what about the 'flame', didn't the prophecy say something about a flame?" Cordelia asked in confusion.

"Yes, you're right, Cordelia. It may be dealing with the ritual. Spike, are you familiar with the steps?" Giles questioned the blond vampire.

"I memorized them decades ago." Spike said softly. Only Willow realized that he had burnt them into his memory hoping that someday he would be reunited with his sire.
 
 

Willow left the room to check on Angel, confident that Spike would be safe with the others as Angel's Childe. Willow crept into the bedroom where Angel laid, and tears fell from her eyes as she glanced hopelessly at the bed. Sweat poured from Angel's body. Painful moans fell from his mouth as his body shook with tremors. He mumbled incoherently and every so often, Willow caught her name or Spike's on his lips. She slowly eased closer until she sat on the bed next to the man who had become half of her world.

She slowly lowered her head to his sweat soaked chest. Her cheek burned from the heat radiating from his pale skin. The strength she showed in front of the others moments ago dissolved into sobs that shook her body violently. Tears fell continuously to mix with the sheen of sweat covering the dark vampire's heaving chest. Willow did not notice the crowd that had gathered in the doorway after hearing the heartbreaking sobs of their broken down friend. Willow clung to Angel as ragged breaths hitched in her throat. Spike finally stepped forward, distancing himself from the others, and quietly walked to Willow forcefully trying to break her hold on his sire. Willow bolted into Spike's arms and collapsed, as the sorrow became too much for the redhead to bear. Spike hugged the small witch tightly as he felt tears begin to form in his own cerulean eyes. Silently, the others dispersed to the other room; each feeling that they had witnessed a very private moment between the occupants of the bedroom.
 
 
 
 

As Spike cast a wary glance toward the bed, his eyes widened at the limp figure of his sire amongst the crimson sheets. He slowly released Willow from his embrace and stared blankly as he slowly crept toward the bed. Twin rivulets of blood-red tears slowly coursed over his handsome face as he dropped into the vacant chair beside the bed. The weight of the scene before him seemingly crushed his lithe body. Willow could only stare as the blonde tentatively reached out and grasped Angel's hand. Spike tenderly brought the sweaty hand to his mouth and Willow heard Spike whisper, "Gods, Sire, what have they done to you?"

Willow cast one sad look toward the two vampires and slowly turned and left the room. She shuffled back toward the great room and met the confused faces of her friends. Her emerald eyes mirrored so much pain and worry that Xander and Buffy made their way to her side and embraced her strongly. Willow felt the strength in their grip and their unspoken understanding of the scene they had witnessed in the next room. Willow pulled away from her two closest friends and began to speak in a low, strong voice.

"I want you all to go." Willow said with false confidence.

"Willow, we can't leave you here." Buffy pleaded with her friend.

"I need you to go. I need to concentrate on what I'm doing. I can't do that with all of you here." She turned toward her blond friend. "Don't worry. He won't hurt me. I'll be fine."

"Wills, no..." Xander whispered.

"Yes, Xander, please." Willow pleaded.

All five friends saw her famous "resolve face", knowing that her mind was made up.

The redhead walked to the coffee table where Oz had earlier unpacked her bag. She gathered various bottles and bags of herbs along with a heavy spell book. She turned to face her friends again.

"I found a binding/healing spell before I came. I gathered all of the ingredients I would need." Willow mumbled more to herself than for the benefit of anyone else in the room. She watched as her friends slowly filed out of the room, casting worried glances her way. Buffy turned at the door.

"You love them, don't you, Will?" the blonde softly asked her best friend.

Willow's eyes held Buffy's and the young slayer saw the unspoken answer to her question mirrored in the emotion-filled face of her friend. She gave Willow a small smile that conveyed so much understanding and even her blessing. The Slayer turned and left the mansion, leaving Willow alone in the great room.

The witch waited a few moments to be sure that her friends had left the mansion completely. She spread her hands heavenward and whispered,

"Bind and protect all here. Let no one leave, let no one enter." A flash of blue light left Willow's hands and enveloped the entire mansion as her friend's watched from down the street.

"My, God, she's put a protection spell over the mansion. We can't get back in, she's trapped." Giles said astonishingly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Willow gathered all her ingredients and the spell book and headed back into the bedroom. She wasn't surprised to find Spike in the same position as when she left, still gripping his Sire's hand. Willow took white powder from a heavy bottle and poured a large amount into her hand. At the opposite side of the bed, she slowly poured the powder into a circle following behind Spike and encompassing the bed within. She lit five black candles and placed them around the outside of the circle, then slowly turned to Spike.

"Are you ready?" She asked softly.

Spike could only nod his head in affirmation as he stood and removed his duster. He quickly pulled of his shirt and boots, leaving him only clad in his black jeans, which hung low on his hips. Even with the urgency of the situation at hand, Willow cast an appreciative gaze at the gorgeous man before her. She slowly eased off her shirt and removed her shoes. Clad only in her tank top and soft skirt, she padded barefoot toward the bed. She slowly eased the crimson sheet low on Angel's abdomen and quickly mixed several herbs together in a bowl sitting on the nightstand. She motioned for Spike to come closer. The redhead took his hand firmly and led him to the other side of the bed, then silently indicated him to sit close to Angel. Spike obeyed her silent commands, his eyes never straying from his sire's face. Willow returned to the opposite side and filled her hands with the herb mixture. She chanted lowly as she sprinkled the herbs over Angel's prone form.

"Goddess, I beseech thee, heal the body of this warrior. May the blood transferred bind these bodies

and establish a bond everlastingly unbroken by time."

Willow gently placed her hand under Angel's damp head and lifted it. Spike's demon emerged as he forcefully bit into his wrist until twin drops of blood pooled to the surface of his skin. The blond gently brought his wrist to the dry mouth of his sire, coaxing Angel's mouth open to receive the blood. Willow and Spike watched anxiously as the blood dripped into the dark cavern of Angel's mouth. Instinctively, Angel's lips tightened around Spike's wrist as he drew in the thick liquid. The dark vampire's mouth began to move earnestly over the wound sucking in the healing elixir. Spike's eyes fluttered shut as he felt the gentle pull of his blood being transferred to his Sire. The heat from Angel's mouth ran through the blonde’s veins straight toward his groin. A small moan fell from Spike's lips as his sire continued to suck fervently. Willow watched with amazement and increasing desire at the intimate act before her. Her eyes widened as the red, ugly wound on Angel's chest started to heal and the redness quickly faded into pale white. The redhead glanced at Angel's face and gasped at the golden gaze that returned hers.

Angel slowly lapped at the puncture marks on Spike's wrist. His tongue laving the twin wounds like a kitten and his gaze never left Willow's. Angel shifted and looked deep into Spike's blue eyes. "Will" he croaked as he tangled his large hands in the platinum locks and drew Spike closer. The dark vampire's mouth slammed onto Spike's, bruising the pale lips with intensity. Spike clasped one hand around his sire pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Tongues battled for dominance and husky moans escaped both men. Willow watched with growing arousal as the two vampires lost themselves in each other's caress. Their movements were becoming almost frantic. Two hands reached out to grasp Willow's arms forcefully drawing her into the circle of their dancing tongues. Willow's mouth opened to be filled with two, gently caressing tongues, exploring the shadowy cavern of her mouth. She couldn't suppress the seductive moan that echoed from her chest. The trio continued to kiss and nip until Willow's face was flushed and her breath came in quick pants. Angel turned toward her and gently seared her mouth in a long, moist kiss as Spike watched enraptured.

Spike eased the straps of Willow's tank top off her shoulders and leaned forward to run his tongue along her collarbone, reveling in the taste of her salty skin. He gently pulled the offending shirt down to expose the mounts of her creamy breasts, kissing his way along every inch of skin that was revealed. Angel tangled his large hands into her hair and stilled her head to stare deep into the green depths. "Mine" he growled. The dark vampire forced the blonde's head up as he held the brilliant blue gaze. "Mine" he growled again.

Both Spike and Willow were spellbound at the uttered words said with such passion that they were threatened of being consumed by the fire. Angel grabbed the hem of Willow’s tank top and pulled it over her head completely exposing her pert breasts to the vampires hungry gazes. The dark vampire then grabbed a handful of the witch's flowing skirt and forcefully ripped it from her body. Willow gasped with desire at the powerful act. Both men's eyes traveled the length of her pale body, their desire for the witch evident on both faces. Angel turned to Spike and ripped open the blonde's jeans, tearing the zipper, button flying across the bed. Peeling them slowly off of the blonde's body. Willow watched in amazement as Spike's pale muscles flexed with Angel's action and soon his beautiful naked body lay before her. Spike's hands tenderly grasped the white cotton panties and eased them down Willow's hips. She watched her last shred of covering being flung across the room. Willow quickly realized that she was completely naked in bed with two of the most feared vampires in history. Fear crept into her mind only to be cut off by Spike's bruising kiss, leaving her breathless. Angel eased out from underneath the crimson sheets revealing his naked body to the hungry stares of his two companions. He pushed Willow down on the bed between the two men and made a fiery path of kisses along her collarbones and shoulders.

The small girl's head tossed on the pillow as four hands skimmed and caressed her young body. She felt soft touches; desperate kneading and soft lips as they worshipped her flushed skin. Both men's hands met at the valley between her beautiful breasts. Angel gazed longingly at his childe as he joined their hands and explored the creamy expanse of Willow's chest. Willow was lost in a sea of desire as she felt two tongues reach out and lap at her nipples. Her breath caught as both sensitive peaks were sucked into cool mouths. Fire ran through her veins consuming her with want for these two demons. Spike's fingers joined Angel's again as they skimmed down her flat belly coming to rest lightly on the patch of flame red curls at the juncture of her thighs. Gently, they parted the folds and caressed the soft skin beneath. Willow's mind spiraled out of control at the feelings that the two were evoking. She gave herself up to the consuming desire taking over her mind.

Angel's tongue made a cool path down her ribcage and delved into the shallow indention of her navel. Spike's soft mouth spread soft kisses to the underside of her young breasts. Willow moaned and writhed on the bed as tightness began to coil in her belly. She raised her head to see two heads; one dark, one light making fiery paths down her heated skin. She watched enraptured as Angel's tongue snaked out to touch her womanhood. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, silently urging him on. She tangled the other hand in Spike's platinum locks and pushed him toward his sire. Tongues reaching out to taste the flavor of their redhead. Both men groaned aloud and turned their heads to the treasure before them. Velvety tongues lapped at Willow's labia, eliciting a hiss from the redhead. Pulling her legs farther apart, the two men dived into the essence of Willow, lapping and caressing the bounty that lay beneath them.

The redhead was quickly loosing herself in the sensations the two vampires were evoking. She arched up from the bed as she felt the tightness in her body unfurl as an orgasm slammed through her. Her hoarse cry echoed from the stone walls. Willow's limp body was enveloped in darkness as she quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.

Both vampires raised their heads to stare at the witch and saw that a dreamy smile was plastered to her face even unto the web of darkness. Angel slowly turned to Spike and again growled "Mine". Spike was unprepared for the hulking body that tackled him to the bed. The dark vampire attacked Spike's body with groping hands and bruising kisses. The blonde moaned deeply at the feeling that came rushing back from centuries before. His slender hands winding into dark hair as he clung to his Sire.
 
 

Willow slowly stirred from the delicious embrace of darkness. Even before she opened her emerald eyes, Willow could hear the sounds of barely controlled passion swirling around her. She cautiously opened her eyes to find Spike draped over Angel's lap; their pale bodies moving against each other in an age-old motion. Willow couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic sight of Angel moving hungrily in and out of Spike's muscular body. The blonde's head was arched back allowing his sire perfect access to the pale column of his throat. Willow watched mesmerized as Angel's face shifted into his demonic features and swiftly bit into his childe's neck. An expression of pure ecstasy crossed Spike's face before the ridges appeared on his own forehead and his canines lengthened. Angel's tongue lapped at the twin puncture marks on the smooth skin. His startling yellow eyes met his childe's and with silent permission pushed Spike's head toward his own throat. A momentary look of shock crossed the younger vampire's features before he sank his teeth into the offered gift.

Angel's hand tangled into platinum curls as a deep growl emanated from his chest. Suddenly, his hand shot out to grab Willow's hand. Startled green eyes met amber ones as Angel gently dragged her toward him and Spike still joined bodies. The younger vampire gently lapped at his mark marring Angel's pale throat sighing deeply at the feelings his sire's blood was sending through his pale body. Angel brought the witch closer to him and seared her mouth in a melting kiss. Spike raised his head and bent toward Willow's creamy shoulder, his velvety tongue licking over her salty skin.

Angel effortlessly draped the redhead onto Spike's lap, her long legs wrapped around his slender hips. Willow was unprepared for the evidence of Spike's desire pressing intimately against her moist cleavage. Bolts of electricity shot through her slim body and she couldn't restrain an animalistic moan that fell from her lips. Angel crushed her back against him essentially sandwiching her between their undead bodies. Cool skin met scalding hot flesh as the witch's head dropped back onto the dark vampire’s shoulder. Angel had stilled his movements within his blonde childe as he gently lifted Willow's bottom and placed Spike's aching shaft at the entrance of Willow's heat, eliciting a hiss from the blonde man. Meeting the gaze of the younger vampire, Angel silently gave the command to go slowly. Spike nodded slightly and allowed his sire to direct the motions. The dark man gently inserted Spike into Willow's oozing slit. Her emerald eyes flew open at the feeling of fullness threatening to tear her apart. She met the sultry gaze of cerulean blue eyes as Spike tenderly kissed her. Her body tensed as he advanced to the barrier of her virginity. Angel brought his velvet mouth toward Willow's ear whispering comforting words in a mixture of Gaelic and English. Willow had no idea what the dark vampire was softly speaking to her, but she felt her body relax.

Spike's eyes again met his sire's as he forcefully broke through Willow's innocence. The witch gasped and her body went rigid.

"Ssssssh, my flame, " Angel sensuously whispered," You're so beautiful."

Tentatively, Spike began to move inside Willow creating a slow, lazy rhythm. The small girl surrendered to the delicious feelings unfurling from her womb. She wound her arms around Spike and tightened her legs around him. Angel slowly began to move inside Spike again, the three entangled bodies beginning a sensual dance. Animalistic growls, moans and sighs of passion filled the room as the movements increased in speed until all three bodies were pounding into each other. Willow's head thrashed and fell back onto Angel's shoulder. Slightly turning her head, she ran her tongue along the puncture wounds Spike had made. She was shocked to taste the sweet ambrosia of Angel’s blood explode on her tongue. Pink, full lips covered the vampire’s mark and lapped at the small droplets of blood that had sprung to the surface. Angel couldn’t defy the deep moan that reverberated through his chest as Willow continued to lave the mark with her tongue. Spike watched mesmerized as she then turned to his own neck to taste the mark made by his Sire. Willow sighed loudly as the same sweet taste entered her mouth.

The three bodies moved in a synchronized dance. Moving against each other in increasing tempo. Spike felt his orgasm building and slammed into Willow. The small redhead screamed as she reached the peak of her climax. Angel’s once graceful movements became quick, erratic thrusts as he felt himself explode deep within his childe. Feeling his sire’s emission fill his insides, Spike too found delicious release. Both vampires’ heads descended to pierce the slender throat of the witch between them.

None of the three lovers on the bed noticed themselves bathed in soft white light…

~Part: 10~ Morning

Willow's left eye cracked open as she awakened. Both eyes snapped open when she recognized the surroundings as Angel's bedroom in the mansion. She slowly became aware of the other occupants in the huge bed. Tentatively turning her head, she met startling blue eyes. Spike sensuously grinned at the witch's surprised face.
 
 

"Mornin', pet. Sleep well?" he whispered.

Willow swallowed heavily as she took in the dark haired vampire lying still sleeping between her and Spike. Her mind raced to recall the events of the previous night?. Looking at her bare shoulders and chest, she confirmed that she was naked and flushed. <The ritual! Oh, Gods!> She frantically thought. The redhead once again met the blue gaze of the younger vampire.

"Yeah, luv, it happened. You were magnificent, " Spike said in a husky voice.

Color flooded the witch's cheeks as she realized he was not complementing her knowledge of magic used the night before. She recalled the many times he and Angel had brought her release and how wonderful she actually felt. The tenseness left her body as easily as it began and she gave Spike a coy look.

"You weren't half bad yourself," Willow said with newfound confidence.

"Thought you would've run off the minute you realized what happened. You continue to surprise me, Red." The blonde reached across the prone body of his Sire to caress her face. She involuntaril