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Willow watched Buffy and Xander dance. What was wrong with her? No one ever saw her. Not the real her. She was so tired of Xander ignoring her love. She watched as Cordelia moved to the dancing twosome. It hurt her to watch her old enemy getting cosy with her best friend, the love of her young life.

She loved Xander. She truly did. Had since they were thirteen and had spent the entire summer together. Her crush got worse daily. He chose to ignore it in hopes that it would fade. Now, he was dating the one person she had ever hated. She saw Angel motion to Buffy and grimaced. Those two needed to get a clue. All the soulful looks of wanting. She really wished one of them would make a move. It was so obvious they were falling for each other. Why were people so scared?

She should really talk. She sipped at her cola, her eyes watching the dance floor. Angel was now dancing with Buffy. Xander had Cordelia. Who did she have?

His attention stayed on the redhead. The look of sadness... of not belonging tugged at something long dead inside. He watched her tongue dart out to lap at a stray drop of soda. He felt himself harden at the innocent gesture. He could see the innocence radiate off of her. She wasn't comfortable being there. He wondered why she didn't just leave.

He kept an eye on the poof and the slayer. Figures he'd run into them his first night on the town. He was trying to lay low for now. Dru was worse than she had been and was constantly grating on his nerves with her endless talk about her Daddy. He'd love nothing more than to stake the bastard and shove the ashes down her throat. His gaze kept going back the redhead.

There was something about her that attracted him. He knew he had to have her. The slayer could wait, for a bit longer. After all, he had all the time in the world. No, Red could provide a much needed distraction for him. He watched her a bit longer, smoke surrounding him as he stared. Underneath that cloak of innocence, he could sense a fire burning. He smiled wickedly. He'd always loved playing with fire.

* * * * *

Willow got up and tried to get Buffy's attention. It was pointless. Her friend was completely in Angel's spell. She rolled her eyes as she gathered her drink. She took it to the bar, paying her tab. She had to get out. Seeing her friends happy just made her own solo existence seem worse.

Spike watched the redhead get up to leave. He smiled as he followed her. Without the slayer around, he could have some fun. He had a sudden desire to play. Adding to the danger was the fact that his chosen partner was the slayer's friend. He thrived on danger.

Willow heard the footsteps not long after she left. She began to walk faster. She had been stupid for leaving. She should have stayed where she was safe. She continued to berate herself until she was stopped by a vampire. He moved towards her from the front. How had he gotten in front of her? She reached for her stake only to have it knocked away. He pushed her to the ground, his hand around her neck. She screamed.

Spike saw the scene and felt anger course through him. That was his redhead. He moved quickly, pulling the fledgling from her. He quickly turned the vampire to dust. He offered a hand to the terrified girl.

Willow looked at the outstretched hand and followed up to look into the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. She didn't recognize her savior. She would have remembered. He was even better looking than Angel. Bleached hair, blue eyes, a tall lanky frame that shone with repressed power, lips that begged to be tasted... She shook her head. This guy was not in her league. Hell, she wasn't even in the seats of the stadium. She took his hand, wondering if he felt the sparks as they touched. He was cold to her touch.

"Thank you" she said softly.

Spike smiled. Polite even after almost being killed. He hadn't missed her inspection of him or her response. Nice to know he could still please the ladies.

"Forget it."

Willow heard his voice and felt another wave of something go over her. Husky and sensual with just a hint of amusement... he sounded like a sexy Giles. Damn, she really needed to quit reading those romances.

"Are ye hurt, pet?"

"I'm fine. Stupid to be walking around these streets alone at night. It isn't safe. I know it isn't safe. My mind was elsewhere tonight. I usually am much more careful about these things. I like being alive. Heck I haven't graduated high school yet. That is something I definitely want to do. Oh, or drive a car. I still have to get my license. Having that thing kill me would have prevented that so I am grateful and I'm babbling aren't I? I tend to do that when I get nervous."

A smile crossed his lips as he felt desire for the little girl. He could call her that. She may be in her late teens, but she was completely innocence. She may know about monsters but that all she'd experienced. He knew that he wanted to teach her.

"What are you nervous of pet?"

"Uh... I was almost killed and then you saved me. I always babble around good looking guys. It's a curse. Did I just say that out loud?" a blush crossed her face.

"Good looking?" he repeated. "Nice to hear those words from a beautiful woman."

"Not me... I'm cute in a wholesome sort of way but not beautiful."

He looked at her amazed. She believed what she had said. Who had ruined this girl's self esteem?

He moved towards her, "I've been around luv. You're a beauty. Hell, I'd shag you right here and now if you were willing."

"You're just being nice."

She watched wide eyed as he brought his hand to her face. "I'll make you a proposition Red. I'll show how beautiful you are, teach you about passion..."

He caressed with each word. She felt a tingle deep inside. "Wh...wh...I don't even know your name."

His finger touched her lips, "No names. That's my condition. No one hears about me. If I find out that you described me to anyone, it ends. No names... just desire."

Willow moved her head against his hand. His touch was cold but it left a trail of heat. She had to say no. She couldn't do what he was suggesting... she didn't even know his name...it was impossible.

Spike saw the struggle she was going through. Her thoughts easily read upon her face. He smiled slowly as he leaned towards her, his mouth touching hers. She wavered before moving against him. She had just answered his proposal.

* * * * *

"Come with me Red."

Willow loved hearing him call her that. The way he said it sent tingles down her spine. She knew she would have followed him anywhere.

Spike knew where he would take her. He had come into possession of a lovely Victorian when he had dined on the resident. It was to become his second home, away from Drusilla. Her endless prattling drove him batty if he stayed with her every night. He loved his princess, but he needed his space. He had set the house up for his games just the day before. He hadn't gone out on the town until everything was secured and ready.

Willow was surprised when he took her to a two story house not many blocks from her own. She knew she hadn't seen him in the neighborhood. Had he just moved in?

"How long have you lived here?"

"Not mine. Just watching it for a friend. Remember Red, no questions." He reminded her gently.

He saw the curiosity in her eyes and smiled. He wondered if she would be curious about everything.

"Sorry" she said softly. She felt his hand on her face, bringing her chin up.

"Quit apologizing. That's the first lesson."

"Yes sir."

"Lesson two, take what you want."

He leaned back against the fireplace and waited. She had a look of fear in her eyes. Maybe this was too soon for her. He moved towards her, capturing her lips with his.

"Let's skip to lesson three."

"What's that?" Willow asked breathless.

"I want to be buried inside you, Red. I want to see your eyes sparkle as I bring you to orgasm. I want to hear you moan and beg for my touch."

"Lesson three sounds nice."

He heard the tone in her voice and smiled. He had her now. She would let him do anything to her. God, how he loved virgins. This one was even more intoxicating than the others. Such a delicious little package. Completely unaware of it too. He had spoken the truth. He did want to be inside her.

"Come with me. Last chance to back out" he said softly, desire in his voice.

Willow moved forward and put her hand in his. "Take me upstairs."

* * * * *

Willow woke up, the early morning sun shining in on her. She ached between her legs, but it wasn't a bad ache. She smiled softly as she remembered the night before. She glanced beside her and saw that the man was gone. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her bare breasts. She saw a note on the bedside table.

Red----Believe me yet? Nothing more beautiful than you asleep in my bed.
I'll find you again...

She blushed slightly. Oh Goddess, she'd slept with a stranger. Worse than that. She had done things with him she'd only read about. She was a slut. A terrible skanky ho. She couldn't tell anyone. She was too embarrassed. He'd left her. It hadn't meant anything to him. Not that she was surprised. He had only mentioned sex.

Well, she had lost her virginity. She could now see what the fuss was about. Was it just him or did all guys give that much pleasure? She wondered if she looked any different. Looking aroud, she didn't see a mirror. She moved into the bathroom. She needed a shower before school.

Nope. She looked like the same old Willow. True, there was a hickie on her breast but that was it. She looked closer and saw that her eyes were a bit brighter. She smiled softly as she her shower. She wondered where he was. Maybe he had to work early. Remembering his cold touch, another thought crossed her mind.

Good lord, he could have been a vampire. She dismissed that thought. If he had been, she'd be dead. She was still alive. He must just be cold natured or something. She got dressed, putting on her old clothes, minus the bra and panties that were laying ripped at the head of the bed. She reached to pick them up and noticed that they had already been moved. He must have thrown them away.

She left the house through the back, making sure the door was locked. The house didn't appear to suit him. She knew he was house sitting, but it appeared to be for an elderly aquaintance. She wondered if she would ever see him again.

* * * * *

Spike came, his white cream covering the remains of her panties. He opened his eyes, her face leaving his mind. Last night had been good. Too good. He didn't want to like her, he just wanted to fuck her. It would be even better when her little slayer friend learned about it. Perfect weapon to use against the slutty bitch. No, he couldn't get involved with her.

He could play though. And play he would. She was like a flame. Such fire. They had heated up the room when they touched. He had never felt as aroused as when she looked at him with those innocent eyes. He stood up, kicking the table. Damn it. He was not going to get sucked into her web. She was his toy to play with. Best to remember that. He got dressed and went to look for Dru, tossing the panties onto his bed. He'd find her soon. Let her wait long enough to where she would beg for it. He smiled slightly at the thought of her on her hands and knees. She may be timid, but he had seen fire in her eyes. She wasn't weak. That's what made it such fun.

* * * * *

Willow hadn't seen him in two days. She was slowly going crazy with need. Him. Her stranger. She had no idea who he was. He appeared to her at night and took her to places that left her weak with passion. Her affair with him had been going steady for two weeks. No one knew. She didn't dare mention if for fear of losing him.

They had done more than just have sex over their time together. They often spent hours just talking quietly about general subjects. Both of them refrained from speaking about their private lives. That would break the rule. No names etcetera. Buffy had asked her if she was ok that day. She couldn't really say that she aching for some nameless guy so she had just smiled and said that she was fine.

" 'ello pet"

Willow turned smiling. "You're here."

He arched an eyebrow and grinned smugly, "You missed me."

She nodded, "I thought you might have gotten tired of me."

A soft laugh, "I've barely started with you luv. So much more for you to learn."

Willow felt a rush of pleasure at his words. He wasn't leaving her. "Is it time for lessons?"

He moved towards her, "Close your eyes."

She did as he said. She listened as his voice washed over her. He began to describe what he wanted to do to her...what he wanted her to feel. She felt as if each word was a caress. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt. She felt wetness pool between her legs. She gasped softly when she felt his hand on her leg.

"Open your eyes" he commanded softly.

She looked at him, her eyes blurred with lust and desire.

"That's my girl. What do you want?"

"You."

He looked at her, his gaze steady and cautious. She felt his fingers touch her panties, briefly before pulling away.

"Lesson number one Red."

She thought back and remembered. Smiling slightly, she stood and pounced on him. Her mouth claimed his as she pushed him to the bed. She needed him inside her. It had been too long. He was like a drug that she was becoming addicted to. She hated feeling this dependent but she thrived on his touch.

Spike allowed her to take charge. Over the last weeks he had seen her confidence start to build. She was becoming more aware of her power. He felt her warmth around his cock and groaned. She had spoiled him. He couldn't bare to touch Drusilla anymore. Her cold body did nothing for him. He had to imagine that it was Red underneath him. Red he was beating and breaking. At the thoughts of torturing her, his cock throbbed even more.

Willow began to ride him, breaking her mouth from his to sit up. She had undressed hurriedly, her clothes thrown around the floor. She was glad that he had undressed before coming to her. She couldn't have waited for him to peel his tight jeans off. She began to move against him, her breasts swaying slightly with her movements. She felt his cold hands on her and whimpered. He kneaded her breasts, twisting her nipples almost painfully between his thumb and finger. She cried out in pleasure at his rough treatment.

He moved up, thrusting into her tight entrance. He fought to keep his true face hidden. Every time they were together he had to fight the demon. He had to control the urge to bite into her tempting flesh and taste her sweet blood. There would be time for that later. A time when he would make sure that no mortal would ever satisfy her or her desires. He would break her, claiming her body and soul.

Willow tightened her hold on his cock. He heard her making her little noises as she began to cum. He moved, flipping them over. He pounded into her, going as deep as he could. His balls hit her ass as he thrust savagely. Soon, he groaned as he found release.

Willow wearily sat up, her eyes on him. He smiled slightly, his lips kissing her neck. She had noticed his neck fetish. He loved to kiss, suck and nibble on her neck. Again she thought of a vampire. Well, if he was, he hadn't tried to kill her so she couldn't be judgemental.

"Have to leave luv. Stay here. I may be back tonight." Spike stood and pulled his jeans on.

He looked at her, her face flushed, her eyes wide. He heard her heart beating rapidly. He turned resisting the need to taste her. He had business.

"Be careful" Willow said softly.

He turned and smirked at her, "Always luv. Always." He looked into her eyes, "Tomorrow. Nine o'clock. Meet me here. Don't be late."

"Or?"

He smiled again, "I'll have to punish you. Tempting as that image is, I'd recommend you being on time. I'll be back."

Willow nodded and watched him leave. She laid back down. She had to get some sleep. She had school in the morning. She pulled the cover up and tried to get some sleep.

* * * * *

"Will, Bronze tonight?"

Willow looked at Buffy, "No... I don't think so."

"Willow! You haven't been out with us in weeks. Angel even noticed that you hadn't been around. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I've just been busy. I can't tonight."

"Just for a little bit. Please? I miss you..We miss you..."

"Buffy, quit begging."

The blonde smiled slyly, "I can always get Xander to beg."

Willow snorted, "Wouldn't do any good who it was. I can't."

"What? You'd turn down Xander and the puppy dog gaze? Ok, who he is?"

"What?" Willow asked, avoiding her friend's stare.

"Someone had to make you forget Xander. I want names and I want details."

"There isn't anyone. Fine, I'll go for an hour, but I have to leave around 8:00. I have studying to do." Good Willow. That isn't entirely a lie.

"There is something you're not telling me, but I won't push it now. I'm watching though..."

"I have to get to class." Willow stood and said bye.

Buffy watched Willow walk away. There was definitely something going on with her friend. She knew that Willow was acting strangely lately. Almost like she had a secret. It had to be a man.

* * * * *

Willow wanted to leave. She was sick of Buffy's questioning and Xander and Cordelia's make out dances. She glanced at her watch. It was just now 8. She stood.

"Buffy, I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow in class."

"Willow, sit down. You haven't even seen Angel yet."

"Seriously, I have to leave."

"What the hell is going on with you? Are you on a timetable or something?"

"I told you I had something to do tonight. I have to go." Willow stood and turned, running into Angel.

Angel put his hand on her shoulder to steady her. She glanced up at him and he was shocked to see desire in her eyes. Willow and desire were not two things he would connect.

"You ok?"

Willow nodded. She needed to get to him, her man. She was burning for him already. Even Angel's casual touch was setting her on fire. "I'm fine. Didn't see you."

"You were in a bit of a hurry."

Buffy frowned. She didn't the look that Angel was giving Willow. In fact, he hadn't even looked up to greet her yet.

"Angel, let her go. She's got studying to do."

Angel glanced up and smiled at his love, "Hello Buffy."

He looked back down at Willow and noticed her eyes looking to the exit. He smelled something and leaned closer. She was aroused. Again he was shocked. What was she thinking about in that mind of hers? He also noticed something else in her scent but couldn't pin point what it was.

He moved to the side, "Be careful Willow. Do you need an escort home?"

"NO!" Willow almost shouted. She lowered her voice, "I'll be fine. Thank you Angel."

He watched her leave, trying to remembered where he had smelled that scent before. He felt Buffy's eyes on him and knew it was time to forget about the shy redhead for the time being.

Spike glanced at the clock and felt anger course through him. She was late. It was already 9:05. She was pushing him. He didn't like it. It was time to show her who she had chosen as a playmate. It was time to remind her that punctuality was a virtue. He moved to the basement and got it ready. Willow would be punished for disobeying him. There was no doubt about that.

* * * * *

Willow looked at her watch. Damn it. She was a few minutes late. Her encounter with Angel had lagged her behind. She'd had to run home to change into something more comfortable and get some clothes for the next day. She knew she wouldn't have time to go home and change if she stayed all night.

She opened the door and walked inside. Looking around she was startled to see most of the lights off.

"Hello?"

"You're late, luv" the words were spoken softly into the darkness.

"I had to run home."

Spike smelled the air and could smell the presence of his sire. He closed his eyes fighting the anger. She'd touched the poof. "Remember what I told you would happen if you were late?"

Willow felt a rush of defiance spread through her, "It's five minutes. I had to go home. I won't be punished for five minutes."

He smiled at the fire in her eyes. Finally he had gotten a response. She was more alive than ever as she denied her disobedience.

"Leave."

Willow faltered, "What?"

"You stay, you get punished. You want to end the game Red, there's the door. Your call."

Willow couldn't move. She couldn't leave... lose him. He made he feel such wonderful things.

"I'll stay."

He smiled at the defeat in her voice. He'd see more sparks before the night was over. Of that he was sure. He glanced at the clock. She's said five minutes. Was his clock fast? It showed thirty past the hour. Shrugging, he decided that either way it was time to show her who she belonged to.

Spike went to her and kissed her roughly, biting her lip. "Follow me."

Willow was pulled along down the stairs and into basement. She noticed the dirt on the floor. In fact, it appeared that the floor was dirt. She was pushed forward and froze. She saw a pair of sturdy iron shackles hanging from the ceiling, right by the wall. She began to back up, fear entering her for the first time. He grabbed her before she made it to the stairs.

"Nuh uh luv. You had your chance. Don't worry, this will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me".

He put a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. She pushed at him but he was stronger.

With practiced ease, he secured the chain connecting her handcuffs into a single shackle. He locked it with a snap, and then, whistling a merry tune, he eased back to admire her. Her arms were raised high above her head, making her heaving breasts strain against the thin fabric of her white tee shirt. The shackles had been placed at the perfect height, he noted. Her toes barely touched the dirt-covered floor, and she had to strain to retain her foothold.

Seeing his satisfied stare, her eyes blazed in defiance, and she kicked at him, scattering the dirt and losing her balance. Suddenly, her entire weight was born by the thin metal of the handcuffs, sending daggers of pain to her suspended wrists. Gasping in confusion, she kicked her feet wildly, found a tenuous foothold, and finally regained her balance.

Spike thought he caught the faint impression of nipples straining through her tee shirt. He stepped forward to inspect. She kicked again, losing her balance for the second time and struggling to right herself. Quickly, he stepped forward. With fierce, certain motions, he ripped the thin tee shirt from her twisting body, exposing her magnificent breasts to the cool stable air.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed at him, her naked breasts rising and falling as her breath became ragged. "I've had enough of your twisted games! This is too much! Let me go right NOW!"

He ignored her outburst. With calm determination, he reached toward the fabric of her thin pants and gave a strong, determined tug. The fabric fell away in tatters and lay on the dirt. She stood panting her rage, clad only in her silk panties, which soon joined the rest of her clothing in a heap on the basement floor.

Ignoring her better instincts, Willow kicked at him again, losing her balance and kicking up clouds of dirt as she struggled to right herself. Finally, she wised up and willed herself to remain still. Her nipples became hard and erect in the cool damp air, and Spike admired them for a long moment. Her legs were long and graceful, her stomach firm and lean.

He moved to the table, her eyes following him. She was scared of what he was going to do to her, but strangely excited. She was in pain, the weight on her arms making her muscles ache. He turned, a smile on his handsome face. He held up a long black whip and showed it to her.

He spoke softly, his voice sensual to her ears, "I will not tolerate any misbehaviour."

"I told you to meet me at nine. You were late. I will not tolerate that, Red," he said in a strong, steady voice as he stepped closer.

He swung the whip hard and fast, striking her thigh. She gasped, and her eyes grew shiny with moisture, but she refused to cry out. This pleased him. Breaking her would be an interesting challenge. The whip had left a bright red mark on her left thigh, but it would fade in time. He felt his cock harden at the sight of pain in her eyes. This was more like it. This is what he enjoyed. When he was through with her, she'd be begging for more.

He swung the whip again. It sliced through the air and struck her other thigh. She gasped and lost her balance, kicking up dirt and making her naked breasts bounce temptingly as she struggled to regain her foothold. He waited patiently before lashing out again. The sturdy whip made a loud smacking sound it struck her hip, and she let out another small gasp. But this time, she retained her balance. He ambled around to her backside and swung again, striking one of her asscheeks. It flinched on impact, and she moved her hips forward in a futile attempt to escape the blow.

Immediately, she lost her footing, and before she could regain it, the whip struck her other cheek. She kicked her feet frantically, trying to regain a secure stance, but the whip refused to give her a moment's rest. It struck her one cheek, and then the other, and her body began to dance and sway. Her red hair fell over her naked shoulders, as she made futile attempts to avoid the well-earned punishment from her lover. Finally, a sob escaped her lips. He moved to the front of her and delivered a perfectly placed lash to the underside of her breasts. They bounced up and down as she jumped from the impact. Another lash to her perfect breasts forced another sob from her quivering, wet lips. After third blow to the same spot, she shrieked.

After the fourth blow, she began, at last, to beg. "Please," she moaned. "I'll do anything you want. Pleeeeease."

Spike took two steps back and reviewed her progress. The bright angry marks covered her naked body, and her face was covered with tears. Perhaps his pretty luv would behave after all.

"Do you know what I expect of you?" he asked.

"I don't know!" she moaned. "I'll do anything. Please."

"Will you be a good pet?" he asked.

"I don't know what you mean!" she wailed.

"Then this should be interesting," he mused. "Are you ready to find out, or would you like to be whipped some more?"

"No," she blurted out. "Please."

"Good," he said and smiled. To her relief, he let the whip fall drop to the ground and turned toward the wall, where a hose lay in the dirt, attached to a rusty faucet. With a couple of twists, water burst forth, and he tested the temperature as it rushed over his strong hand.

"A little chilly," he said. "But I think the cold agrees with you."

His amused blue eyes lingered on her nipples and Willow fought the urge to lunge for him. Some day, she decided, she would kill him, slowly and surely. Her plans for revenge were interrupted, however, as the water hit her naked body with a splash. She gasped and shivered the cold liquid assaulted her.

As he held the hose casually in his strong right hand, he watched the cool liquid cascade over her exposed flesh. He saw her nipples rise to the occasion and grinned broadly. Yes, she would be good. Such a tempting little pet. He wondered how she would keep their secret with the marks on her... with his marks on her.

"You made me do this. I told you to obey me and all would be nice. But no. You had to push me. I don't like being pushed pet. Do you know what I do when pushed?"

Willow shook her head, amazed at the strength she had discovered in herself. She looked at him and knew that she was wrong. She could never kill him. He was her lover. He made her feel such wonderful things.

He moved closer, dropping the hose on the floor. He removed his clothes noticing the acceptance in her eyes. He also saw the desire as he stripped naked. Good little pet. He moved to her, his cock at her entrance as she hung from the shackles.

"I push back" he taunted, thrusting deep into her.

Willow gasped as she felt his hard cock fill her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm, sinking deeply and drawing blood. She felt his cold hands move around her waist and cup her ass. With a low grunt, he lifted her easily as he plunged into her wet passage.

Spike was in heaven. He had a throbbing hard on from the beating. What made it even better was the fact that she seemed to enjoy it. Reminded him of Dru in the early days. She was wet, soaking. With each thrash from the whip, she had become more aroused. The air in the basement smelled of sweat and sex. He let one of his fingers run along her tight hole. He heard her moan as it slowly slipped inside. Yes, he had chosen well. She would make a splendid pet while he was in Sunnydale.

Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, angling down to meet his hard cock. She felt like her arms were going to pull themselves off as she struggled against the iron shackles. She felt his mouth on her breast, his teeth pinching her hard nipple. The slight pain sent tremors through her spine. Her head fell back as she screamed out her release.

Spike felt her tighten around his thrusting cock. He bit deeper, barely breaking the skin. He tasted her sweet blood and felt his cock swell. With a few harsh shoves, he felt himself spasm inside her. He licked at her breast, making sure she wouldn't see the blood. Wouldn't do just yet for her to discover his true identity. He still had some games to play with his redhead.

He pulled himself free, allowing her to stand. He removed the shackles, giving her a scornful look.

"You liked it didn't you pet? Like being my little fuck toy. You're nothing but a whore. My little whore. I'll find you when I want you. Now, go."

Willow rubbed her wrists, blanching when she saw the dark bruises. She walked hesitantly, her body in pain. She could feel the lashes where the whip had broken her skin. How on Earth was she going to get out of gym class for the rest of the year? She couldn't let Buffy see these marks. Too many questions and no answers. What disgusted her the most was that he was right. She had enjoyed it all. After the initial pain, she had never felt more aroused, more turned on. She gathered the remains of her clothes, fearful to even speak. She was shaken completely. How could she have enjoyed what he did to her?

Spike saw the marks and frowned. He had gotten carried away...forgotten that she was human. Sighing loudly, he picked up his shirt.

"Here you go Red. Can't have you arrested for indecent exposure now can we?"

Willow turned and looked at him. She retrieved the shirt from his outstretched hand. Slipping it on, she felt the fabric rub against the wounds on her back. At the slight pain, she felt herself growing wet again.

"Thank you"

Spike smiled. She was learning. He could smell her arousal. It wouldn't take long to train her. He felt his cock harden at the thought.

"You're welcome pet. Now, run along. Oh, and next time, don't be late."

Willow nodded and ran up the stairs. She had to get home and shower. She also needed to rub some lotion on her wounds. She didn't want them to get infected. She could just see explaining that one to the doctor.

Spike just laughed as he picked the whip up. He ran his tongue along it, tasting her blood. His cock throbbed at the taste of her. He moved his large hand down and began to rub his cock as he remembered her cries of pain and pleasure. Grunting, he felt his seed spill onto his hand. Opening his eyes, he smiled evily. He had to say that so far he really loved Sunnydale.

* * * * *
Willow woke up and cringed. Her body hurt more than it had the night before. She sat up, her hands going to her back. She ran her fingers along the marks on her flesh. They would fade soon, she decided. They had a lready gone down quite a bit. She called the school and told them she was sick. She then did the same thing with Giles, telling him she had been up all night with a fever and would call them later in the day if she felt better.

She then laid down and thought. She thought about what had been happening to her these last few weeks. With the activities the night before, her stranger had taken things to a new level. She wasn't sure if she could play on it. She was only sixteen and had already done things she never dreamed possible.

She didn't know if she wanted things to get more intense. They didn't have a relationship, not really. Hell, she didn't even know his name. It was just sex. Hot, explosive, fantastic sex. Just thinking about him made her tingle. But she could survive on that? She'd always thought she'd save her virginity for Xander, the man she loved. Well, the boy she thought she had loved. She knew now that had always been a safe little crush. Her stranger was not safe. Not at all.

He made her feel alive... desired. Just with a simple look in those blue eyes, a soft touch, a word spoken in that sexy accented voice. She never felt such desire before. Most guys didn't even look at her much less want to have sex with her. She wasn't like Buffy or Cordelia. She just didn't inspire passion like that.

She wondered what he was doing at that very moment. They knew nothing about each other. He had never even asked her age or her name. She wondered if he was aware that he was having sex with a minor. Well, she was past the age of consent so it didn't really matter that much. She decided to take a shower and then go downstairs. She was in the mood for ice cream and cheesy talk shows.

An hour later, Willow settled on the couch. She had pulled a blanket over her knees as she had sat down. She had looked in the mirror, relieved to see that the marks had begun to fade away. With the weekend approaching, they should be gone by Monday. She still had a bite mark on her breast, a fact that bothered yet excited her. She again wondered if her stranger was a vampire. He had to be, she decided. She wondered if he would grow tired of her and kill her. The thought chilled her, making her lose her appetite.

She should stay away from him, she decided. She could avoid the Bronze and his house and maybe he would forget her. Remembering his words, the possessive way he had stroked her body, she wondered if she was trying to fool herself. He wanted a pet... a toy to play with and fuck at his own convenience. She had readily stepped into that role. She was stuck. She could hope that he wouldn't kill her if he grew tired of the game. If he wanted to, she couldn't stop him. She hated being at someone else's mercy.

Again she wondered why she had let her hormones do her thinking for her. She had known better than to get involved with him. Of course, he had been rather sweet and charming until the night before. Last night, she had seen his bad side. Somehow she knew that it wasn't even his worst side. If she saw that, she knew she'd be dead. At least here, now, she was free of him. He didn't know who she was... where she lived... she had some peace of mind with that knowledge.

She listened to the bickering coming from the tv and smiled softly. These people were always so amusing. Constantly fighting over the silliest things. She closed her eyes as she laid her head back. She wondered when he would come for her again. A shiver of anticipation spread through her. She would be waiting for him.

* * * * *

"Where are you going little girl?"

Willow glanced into the dark alley she was passing as she heard the familiar voice. She watched as a match was lit, the flame casting light on his face as he lit his cigarette.

"Meeting some friends" she said softly.

It had been four days since he had beaten her. She had been worried that he was going to ignore her now.

"Not going to grandma's house little Red?" he asked amused.

"No. My grandmother is dead. Why? Are you the big bad wolf?" she couldn't resist taunting him.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "Trust me pet. I'm big and I'm bad."

He claimed her mouth as he pushed her roughly against the building. He ripped her shirt open surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Naughty little Red... I hope this is for me and not some little jerk."

Willow cringed at the look of violence in his eyes as he said the statement.

"Just for you... I was hoping you'd find me..."

He smiled, "Good. I'd hate to have to kill someone for touching what is mine."

He claimed her mouth again, urgent to be buried inside her. He pushed her skirt up and tore the panties off. He freed himself, his cock hard and ready. He caught her whimper as he thrust into her. Stopping, he enjoyed the tight warmth that enveloped him. Her juices coated his cock as he began to pound into her. Soon, the only sounds in the alley were her moans and the sloshing as he entered her wet channel.

Willow pulled her mouth free, moaning loudly. She felt his mouth on her neck, nibbling her flesh. She moved against him, the brick rubbing against her back. She felt his teeth on her nipples and screamed in pleasure. She forgot where they were. She no longer cared if someone stumbled upon them. She needed to cum.

Spike moved his free hand between them, rubbing his thumb over her swollen clit. His other hand held her ass as she plunged down to meet him. He felt her tighten as she screamed again. He bit into her breast, lapping at the sweet blood. Her hands went to his head, pushing him closer to her. He felt his cock tighten as he flooded her grasping pussy with his cold seed.

Willow stood on wobbly legs as she leaned against the building. She pushed her skirt down, feeling the sticky substance on her thighs and between her legs. The night air was filled with the scent of sex. She looked at her blouse and saw that it was ruined. The buttons had flown off, bouncing into the dirty alley.

Spike saw her trying to fix her shirt and smiled. Time to play.

"Missed you pet."

Willow smiled slightly. She must look a mess. She ran a hand through her hair trying to straighten it.

Spike took in her swollen lips... the small marks his blunt teeth had made in her throat... the mussed hair... she looked like someone that had been thoroughly fucked. He reached for a safety pin from his duster jacket. Handing her three, he gestured to her shirt.

"Fix that. Don't want you to get arrested."

"I'll just go home and change." Willow said, fastening the shirt as much as she could. She could see the material clinging to her breasts in a way it hadn't before. Brief glimpses of flesh could be seen in the spaces that weren't pinned.

"No. You have friends to meet remember? Don't want them to get worried about you."

Willow looked at him in alarm. She couldn't face Buffy and the others looking like this. She had no bra or panties. She could still feel his seed inside her. They'd know she what she had been doing.

"They'll ask questions that I can't answer."

"You have the entire walk over to the Bronze to think of those answers." Spike smiled.

This was getting fun. "You'll go like that."

Willow knew by his tone that he was getting angry.

She nodded reluctantly, "I'll go like this."

He smiled, "See you soon pet. And don't think of skipping the Bronze. I'll know and you'd have to get punished for disobeying your master."

"I won't go home. I'll go like this. How long do I have to stay?"

"That will be up to you luv. Remember though, you're mine. No one, I repeat NO ONE, touches you like me or they die."

Willow nodded seeing the truth in his eyes. She wouldn't dance with anyone. What was she going to tell the gang that they would believe?

* * * * *

"Hey Wills. Glad you could make it." Buffy said, turning to her friend. She froze, her mouth dropping open. "What the hell are you not wearing?

Willow looked up, noticing Angel beside her friend. He was staring at her, his expression unreadable. She saw him sniff the air and felt panic go through her. What if he could smell the scent of sex?

"I was bait."

"What?" Xander said, his eyes not leaving her tight shirt.

"I heard that a demon was stalking girls... at night... when they were alone. Thought I might lure him out."

"What would you have done if it had worked?" Cordelia asked.

"Screamed real loud." Willow said weakly. "I didn't say it was a good idea."

"Will, leave the demon hunting to me. OK?" Buffy said. "Geez, you look like a slut."

"Thanks a lot Buffy." Willow said snidely. Her friends words hurt though she knew it was true.

"You know what I meant. I could see it working on a demon though. Angel, dance with me."

"No" he said softly, his eyes on Willow.

He smelled the same scent that had been on her last time. It was much stronger. He took in her appearance and knew suddenly that she had just been fucked. He sat back in surprise. Sweet innocent Willow was having an affair with someone. He saw Buffy get up in a huff and move to dance with one of the many men in the club.

Angel knew something. She could see the look in his eyes. Great. Just what she needed. He'd run and tell the others. She'd lose her stranger.

"Willow... who were you with?" Angel spoke quietly, his voice husky as he thought of Willow having wild sex. His cock hardened instantly at the images his mind produced.

"I don't know what you're talking about Angel."

Willow decided denial was the best solution. Not like he could prove anything anyway.

"I smell him on you" Angel said tightly, his hand gripping her wrist. "Who is it?"

Willow whimpered in pain as she stared in Angel's eyes. "You're hurting me."

Angel tightened his hold. He wanted to know who she was fucking. The smell was so hauntingly familiar to him. He noticed her arousal in the air. He looked at her in surprise as she moved in the chair. She was getting off on the pain he was causing. Startled, he let go. He just looked at her, not knowing what to say. Willow was a closet masochist, he decided. His cock hardened even more at the fantasies that brought to his mind. He had to get up before he did something rash and stupid.

"I have to go" Willow said, feeling embarassed.

His grip on her wrist had turned her on. Made her remember her stranger. No one was allowed to touch her the way he did. She wished he were there now to fuck her. She was so wet she knew she was soaking her skirt. She never would have imagined Angel being so rough. Why was he so determined to know who it was? She decided that she didn't want to know what was going through his handsome head.

Angel watched her go, the scent of her still permeating the air. He controlled himself, willing his cock to go down. Buffy was on the floor dancing wildly. Cordelia and Xander dancing close to her. No one had seen his loss of control. He again strained his memory trying to remember the scent. Damn it, he was getting too old. He stood and moved out of the club. He needed a cold shower. A very cold shower.

**********

Willow felt his hands on her and sighed in pleasure. She looked into his blue eyes and wondered what he had planned for the evening. He had found her while she was on her way home from the library. Angel had come in and she had made an excuse to leave. She was embarrassed to be around him after the night before.

Spike saw her tremble and smiled. "Luv, put this on."

He held out a mask. She looked it over and her mind went straight to Mardi Gras. It was elegant with glitter and feathers. She noticed that the eye holes had been blocked off. She looked to him, a shiver of anticipation going through her. She took it from him, her fingers shaking. He helped her put it on, her sight immediately going to darkness.

"That's a good pet." he spoke softly as he began to undress her.

She felt his lips on her skin as he removed each piece of clothing. She whimpered softly as his tongue ran along her soaked folds.

"Lay back" he demanded.

Willow lay on the bed. She felt him move her down until her ass hung right on the edge of the mattress. Her knees spread as she felt him move between them. She arched up as she felt his fingers enter her. His mouth began to lick at her swollen nub as he began to thrust his fingers. She stared into the black of the mask and curled her fingers tightly into the bedspread.

"Please" she began to plead.

The tongue began to move faster as did the strokes. She felt herself tighten as a familiar tremble went through her. She felt his teeth scraping against her clit and screamed loudly.

"You enjoy it don't you?"

She froze. The words were spoken from beside her ear. She began to move trying to get free. Strong hands held her down both from the top and the bottom of the bed.

"No....god, no...." she said, tears in her eyes as she realized what he had done.

The mask was removed. She looked at him, a smile on his lips. "You're my whore. Remember that. Meet Derek."

She glanced down and saw a college age boy licking her juices from his fingers.

"Lo" he said grinning.

Spike held her tightly, loving the fear in her eyes. He looked at the boy he had picked up at the local club.

"Fuck her."

"NO!" Willow cried out as she felt the boy move.

His cock entered her, not nearly as filling as her stranger's. She closed her eyes as he began to move inside her. She fought it, but was soon moving against him. She felt her stranger roughly kneading her breasts as the tension spread through her. Soon, she was shaking as she cried out her second orgasm.

Spike moved quickly. He had the boy off of her and himself inside before she could come down. He thrust into her savagely, his cock spreading her even more.

"Mine. Always mine. You are my whore, Red."

Willow heard his words and fought the truth in them. She felt him move faster and soon she was filled with his cold seed. She saw Derek watching, a hand rubbing against his hard on. Thank god he hadn't cum inside her. She couldn't have handled that.

She wiped the tears from her eyes as her stranger moved out of her. She struggled for breath as she realized what he had forced her to do. This wasn't fun anymore. He had intentionally wanted to hurt her. She gathered her clothes and ran out, not stopping when he called her.

Spike cursed as she ran down the street, oblivious to her nudity. He had gone too far too fast. He thought she was ready.

"Man, that was great. About the money..."

Spike smiled, his fangs sliding out. He turned and ripped into the boy's neck.

After feeding, he pulled away, "No one touches my Red and lives" he said to the body as he got dressed.

He headed out into the night, decided to have one of his minions clean up the body. He wondered if she had made it home safely. There was still so much he had planned for her.

* * * * *
Willow stopped at the corner and hastily put her clothes on. She couldn't believe that he had done that. Had made some other man fuck her. What was worse was the fact that she couldn't get angry at him. She tried but could only feel anger at herself for allowing it to get so far out of hand.

She moved quickly, needing to take a shower. She wanted to rid herself of the scent of that other man. She headed up the sidewalk to her front door. Soft words stopped her in her tracks. She turned, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Angel?" she said softly.

Angel stepped out of the shadows. He saw her tears and grew concerned. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head "Not now. I can't talk now...please..."

He inhaled the scent of sex and took a closer look at her. She had gotten dressed in a hurry. Her shirt was half buttoned, her jeans not fastened. He saw a glimpse of her flat stomach and felt himself harden.

Cursing his thoughts, he tried to smile. "I'm here for you, Willow. What is going on with you?"

"I...I..." Willow looked into his dark brown eyes and felt herself crumble, "I don't know anymore."

Angel moved to her side, holding her as she collapsed. "We need to get you inside. Then, you can tell me about it."

Angel went into her living room, setting her on the couch. He tried to ignore the overwhelming scent of her release. He couldn't think of Willow like that.

"What is happening?" he asked softly as he sat in the chair opposite the couch.

Willow moved her knees up under her chin as she looked at him. "I'm his whore."

"What?" Angel demanded.

She flinched from his tone and blinked back tears, "For over a month. I let him do things..let him make me do things...tonight, he had someone else there. He tricked me. Angel....what am I turning into?"

Angel looked into her gentle green eyes and felt anger for the man who had hurt her. No one hurt what was his.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know his name." she said softly.

"You're fucking some guy and you don't even know who he is?"

Willow began to cry, "I'm his whore. He makes me feel....I don't know, desired, alive, loved in a way. I've never had a guy look at me like that before."

"You're not a whore. He's a bastard. Does he not realize how old you are?"

Willow looked at Angel, "I think...."

"What?" he asked, taking her hand in comfort.

"I think he's a vampire."

Angel felt his demon rush forward at her statement. He'd stake the son of the bitch. His eyes fell to her breasts as she struggled to breathe. His already hard cock throbbed as he saw the nipples harden from his gaze. He glanced up and saw her watching him, confusion and desire in her eyes. He leaned forward slightly, unable to control himself. Their lips met tentatively.

Willow saw Angel lean forward and froze. Her heart began to speed up as she realized that he was going to kiss her. She felt his cold lips on hers, barely touching. She saw hunger and passion in his eyes and realized that he wanted her. She thought about Buffy and pulled away before the kiss could become anything other than a peck.

"Buffy" she said softly, shaking her head. "I can't do that to her."

Angel sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. "Damn it. I want you. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum. I want to be the vampire that is fucking you. Not some other demon." he saw how his words had scared her and said softly, "He's going to kill you eventually. You know that don't you?"

"I don't know if he's even a vampire. Angel, I'm sorry. I am attracted to you, but you belong with Buffy. I'm his. He'd know if I was with someone else. I can't..."

"How can you want to be with someone you're terrified of?" Angel demanded.

"You never looked at me before." Willow said.

"What?"

"Before he started playing with me. You never once looked at me as anything other than Buffy's little friend. He did. He saw something in me that he liked...sure, it's turned into something twisted but that's the hellmouth."

"I noticed you before" Angel defended.

"I love him" she said, admitting the words aloud for the first time.

Angel laughed harshly, "He degrades you...treats you like a slut, and you love him? I'm offering you something...."

"You're offering sex. You don't want to be with me. Admit that much Angel. He went too far tonight. I know that. I have a feeling he knows that. I'll wait and see what happens. But, I don't need you telling me what I should feel."

"I don't want you hurt."

"I won't be. I think you should leave now." She said quietly.

"You are his whore aren't you? I never would have imagined you becoming that Willow. Fine. I don't like being second anyway" Angel said then regretted the words.

"I'm sorry. It's just been a tough night."

"Please leave" Willow said softly.

Angel nodded and walked out. From the trees underneath the window, Spike stepped out. He smiled as he watched his defeated sire walk away. Willow. So that was her name. And she had turned Angelus down for him. She went up a notch in his estimation. He thought back over what he had seen and heard. She loved him. He chuckled softly as he took off down the street in the opposite direction of his sire.

* * * * *

The phone rang as Willow left the shower. She picked it up, "Hello?"

"You left so soon, pet. Was it something I said?"

"How did you get this number!" Willow asked, sitting down on her bed. She felt a wave of fear spread over her.

He chuckled, "I know alot more than you think, Willow."

Hearing him speak her name made her tremble, "No...you said no names...Strangers remember?"

"What can I say? I lied."

"Who are you?"

"Not important right now, pet. I wanted to apologize" he spat out the last word.

"Really?" she said softly, giving in to his seductive voice.

"I pushed you too far. Forgive me?"

"Yes" she said softly, knowing she would forgive him anything.

"I'll make it up to you. You were a good pet today. Tomorrow. I'll find you."

"Do you...do you know where I live?"

"Yes."

She took a deep steadying breath, "Just pick me up here then. Dusk?"

He smiled at her reference to him being a vampire.

"Sounds fine" he said without admitting anything.

"Ok."

"Oh, Willow, pleasant dreams."

She hung the phone up, her panties soaked from just talking to him. She laid down and tried to forget the events of that day.

* * * * *

Angel wandered the streets, his cock still throbbing. The little tease had deliberately turned him on. He tried to fight the images that the demon was sending him but he couldn't. He could see Willow tied up as he fucked her ruthlessly. He could make her scream his name. He should have done that instead of leaving. He knew she liked the pain.

"Hey there gorgeous. Want some fun?"

He turned and looked at the girl standing by the building. His eyes stayed on her red hair, dyed a bright red that was nothing like Willow's but still close enough that his cock throbbed. He hadn't felt this tense in a hundred years, since before the damn curse. He needed it tonight. She'd do. He leaned over her, brushing his fingers across her face.

He whispered seductively, "I want to fuck. Now."

* * * * *

The woman screamed as she came, clenching his spasming cock with her muscles. Sighing, she laid back. She usually didn't get such attractive customers. This guy had flooded her with so much cum she wondered if he'd been storing it up for a few years. She fell asleep immediately.

Angel felt a pain shoot through his head and he fell the ground. He groaned as he felt something break free in him. Noooo, he screamed in his mind. He grabbed his head, his large hands tangled in his thick dark hair.

The hands went to the ground as he looked up, his eyes dark. A sneer touched his lips as he looked around. Some whore. Hadn't soulboy learned anything? He stood, getting use to being in control. Seeing the woman sleeping, he smiled. Moving to the bed, he took her neck in his hands and twisted. The sound of the bones breaking made him hard as he thrilled in her death.

Sitting back, his eyes fell to her hair. Red. Willow. The little tease had made him hard only to choose another of him. She'd pay for that. He'd make her beg him to fuck her. The thought made him smile. Remembering the scent that she had had on her, he finally placed it.

Damn, Spike had claimed her. He hadn't known his dearest childe was even in town. Not surprising since Spike hated Soul Boy almost as much as him. So, baby boy was playing with Red. His cock hardened even more at the thought of his favorite childe fucking the girl. She had no idea who was playing with her. He laughed softly. His childe had learned well. Stealing the innocent cunt right out from under the slayer's nose.

He glanced at the clothes laying on the ground and grimaced. Cotton. What a fucking joke. He knew there was leather at the apartment. He'd burn the rest of the clothes. Make a nice little bonfire. He got dressed and left. He only had a short time before sunrise. Breathing in the air, he smiled smugly. He'd wait. Spike would be seeing her that night, of that he was sure.

If she were his, he'd have her chained to the bed to be fucked at his leisure. Spike never was that bright about his women, though. He was risking a lot by allowing her such freedom. Angelus moved down the street with easy grace. It would be nice to see his childe again. They'd had such fun together, in the past. Thinking of sweet little Willow, Angleus laughed again. They would have a lot more fun in the future. He'd be sure of that.

* * * * *

Willow opened her door and stared. He was smiling cockily at her, but his eyes held just a hint of apprehension.

"Luv, ready?" he asked.

"I have to finish getting dressed. You're early" she said softly. "Come in."

He looked into her eyes and wondered if she realized what she had done. She did.

He smiled, "Of course pet."

Willow wondered if she was making a mistake. Again she wanted to know what it was about him that made her do whatever he wished. She was weak. So very weak. She knew he had to be a vampire. She wasn't that stupid. She didn't care. She had invited him into her home...into her parent's home. What was she turning into?

"I'll finish dressing" she said softly as she headed to the stairs.

He caught her when her foot was on the first one. Turning her around, he caught her mouth with his. Sliding the robe from her shoulders, he pushed her back against the stairs. He knelt, his knees on the third step. He moved his mouth down her throat, licking at the mark he had made the previous night. His scent covered her. He felt sad in a way that his sire didn't recognize his scent anymore. There had been a time....he pushed those thoughts from his mind as she whimpered.

He unfastened his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. His heavy leather duster raked against her wetness as he freed himself. She pushed against the hard fabric, needing something to touch her. She cried out as he entered her, forcing her back against the stairs. She felt one against her back and another against her head. She laid her head back on that one, arching up as he began to drive himself into her.

His mouth trailed kissed and bites along the slim column of her throat and onto her breasts. He bit one of her nipples between his blunt teeth as he pounded into her. He felt her legs go around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Show me" she said softly, looking at him with green eyes.

"What?" he managed to say, her pussy tightening around him.

"Show me your true face. Please?" Willow begged.

She had to see him. She had been made so vulnerable by him. She needed something that was part of him.

Spike felt his demon come out. He saw her lean forward and kiss the ridges of his face. She tightened against him again as she came loudly. He moved, biting deep into her neck as he flooded her with his seed. She haunted him now. He hadn't touched Drusilla since he had begun playing with Willow. Dru didn't mind. She didn't enjoy doing those naughty things much. Not with him at least.

"Thank you" she said softly, looking at him as she bit her lip.

"Which one is yours?" he asked, nuzzling the bite on her neck.

"Second door on the left" she said.

"Bed might be more comfortable than these stairs" he said.

He picked her up, leaving the robe on the stairs. He took her to her room, laying her down. He moved between her legs and began to lick her clean. Unknown to them, Angelus wiped his cock off as he headed into the night. He would confront his childe after he had fed. Spike couldn't stay all night. Tomorrow, fun would be had by them all.

* * * * *

Spike left Willow sleeping. He moved into the darkened streets wondering why she had put so much trust in him. She still didn't even know his name. He was half way to the warehouse when he felt it. Stopping, he turned and faced the man following him.

"Angel" he said simply.

"Spike, my boy. Is that any way to greet your daddy?"

"Angelus?" he said, his eyes disbelieving.

"In the flesh. Damn, it's great seeing you again. Looking good, my boy."

"I'm not your boy anymore" Spike said through clenched teeth.

He didn't know if this was a game or not.

Angelus's eyes darkened. He moved quickly, pushing the blonde against the tree.

"You will always be my boy, Spike. Always."

"You left" Spike reminded him.

"Past is past. Ok?" Angelus offered, rubbing his leather clad erection against his childe.

"When did you get back?"

"Last night. That little cock tease cunt of yours got Soul Boy all worked up. Next thing I knew, I was back."

Spike felt a wave of apprehension. He knew Angelus was talking about Willow. "What cunt?"

"Your redhead tease. Damn, you got her trained good. Can't wait to taste her. Is she delicious?"

"She's mine" Spike said.

"Ah, can't we do this nicely? Must I bring up the right of the sire and all that historical bull shit? We use to have fun with our toys, you and I. I missed that."

Spike saw the sincerity in Angelus' dark eyes. "You can't hurt her. I have plans for her."

"She likes to be hurt" Angelus reminded him, his eyes growing with desire as he saw his childe wavering.

"I know. But you know what I meant."

"Fine. No permanent damage and nothing she won't enjoy. Can I play?"

"Yes" Spike hissed as Angelus bit into his neck.

He felt hands on his cock as he moved towards his sire. He ran his hands over the leather pants, unzipping them and freeing his sire's cock.

"Good boy. You know what I want" Angelus said silkily.

Spike kneeled, taking his sire's cock into his mouth. He felt hands on his head, forcing him to take it all. He felt his own cock harden even more as he began to bob back and forth on Angelus' thick cock. Soon, his mouth was flooded with cold sticky seed. Angelus pulled him up, his tongue cleaning his face.

"Sharing, right?" Angelus said, smirking.

He knelt and returned the favor, sending the blonde back against the tree as he found his cock engulfed.

Spike moved against Angelus, needing release. He had missed this...missed his lover and friend. But, he had grown up the over the years. He didn't mind sharing Willow with him. He knew that even souled his sire had had a hard on for the girl. She was his whore so it shouldn't matter. Besides, she had become wet when soul boy had touched her. She wasn't immune to him. She'd probably enjoy it as long as Angelus played nice. But, if Angelus crossed him, there would be hell to pay.

* * * * *

Willow followed her stranger into the house. She hadn't seen him since that night at her house. Three days. She also hadn't run into Angel again, thankfully. She was still embarassed over what had happened.

She saw him leading her to the basement and stopped. "I've been good" she said softly.

He turned and looked at her, a smile crossing his face. "You're being rewarded."

"Last time I was punished when you took me down there...."

He opened the door and held out his hand, "Trust me."

Willow took a deep breath. She put her hand in his and followed him downstairs. She saw shackles hanging from the middle of the room. She slowly began to back up.

Spike noticed and smiled. She was scared. Good. He could also smell her arousal. Not that scared.

"Do you want to be angry?"

"No!" She said. Taking a deep breath she moved forward.

"Undress"

She looked down as she began to unfasten the buttons of her shirt. She really needed to buy some pull overs she decided.

"Look at me" he said, his tone warning her.

She looked up, her eyes caught in his.

"You're mine, pet. Remember that. My little whore. I don't want you staring at the ground as you undress for me. You look me in the eye, always."

"Sorry" she said quietly.

He smiled, "It was something I hadn't mentioned. Continue."

She kept her eyes on his as she bared her flesh to the cool basement air. She knew her nipples were hard, aching to be touched. She slid her pants and panties down, standing before him nude.

"Move to the shackles." He watched her, his erection growing even more.

He fastened her hands above her head. He had kept them lower this time, wanting her feet to be firmly on the ground.

He licked her neck, looking at her. "I have to thank you pet."

"For what?" she asked shakily.

He moved back and began to undress. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have found a very old friend. He came back, due to you."

"What?" she asked, confusion in her eyes.

She gasped as she saw Angel come out of the shadows. His body nude and hard. His cock was thick and long.

"Angel?"

He grinned at her, taking in her nude, pliant body. "Not quite. Angelus."

She shook her head, "No. Your soul..."

"Pfft. It's gone."

Angelus moved towards her. His hand reached for her breast.

He glanced at Spike, "May I?"

"No" Willow screamed out, thrashing in the chains.

Spike laughed, "Yes, Daddy. Fuck her. Make her scream for me."

"No!" Willow cried out as he roughly grabbed her breast.

"So sweet....already pleading. Thought it would take longer to make you beg. Spike has you trained well, whore." Angelus bit into her breast, tasting her sweet blood. "Delicious. I bet you're already wet thinking about fucking me. Taking me before the slayer ever did. I told you that I'd see the day that you would beg me to fuck you."

"Please no....not this..." Willow pleaded, her eyes looking to Spike.

He smiled slightly but didn't say anything. She saw his hand rubbing against his erection and knew that he wouldn't stop it.

Angelus reached for a whip. Sending it through the air, she screamed as it hit her sore breast.

"Louder, lover."

He hit her again, this time on the other breast. He continued to hit her, lash after lash. He watched as red stripes began to appear on her flesh. He could smell her arousal. She did like the pain. He smirked as he moved the whip around. He moved to her, rubbing the thick handle of the whip against her soaked sex. She whimpered in pain as he touched her skin.

He bit into her neck as he thrust the thick handle into her tight cunt. He heard her scream and felt his erection harden. He began to thrust the handle into her, his hand becoming soaked with her juices. He felt desire take hold of his senses as he withdrew the whip and threw it the floor. He positioned his hard cock against her and thrust inside. Her scream filled his head as he stretched her more than she had ever been.

Spike watched, his cock throbbing. He knew that she was screaming, but he could tell she was enjoying it. He stood and moved behind her. Running his hand underneath her, he wet his fingers with her flowing juices. He then stuck two fingers into her tight anus. Her head snapped up as she realized what he intended. She began to beg again, hating herself for being turned on by it all. Angel was fucking her. She had a name for her stranger, Spike. She felt the head of his cock against her tight ass and moaned.

Spike heard the moan and shot Angelus a knowing look. His sire paused, waiting for him. They both speared into her at the same time, filling her completely. He felt her anus rip as he penetrated her deeply. A light scattering of blood gave him the needed lubrication. Soon, the men were fucking her hard and fast. She was no longer screaming in pain. Her face was dazed with passion and she was begging for more.

Angelus came first, the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him too much. He filled her with seed, dropping to his knees as he began to lick and suck her clit. She screamed out as she felt another orgasm shake her to the core. She felt Spike flooding her ass with his seed. She heard him pull out, his tongue cleaning her up. She hung limply from the shackles as they began to build up the tension again with their mouths.

After they brought her to another orgasm, Spike released her. He took her shaking body in his arms, kissing her cheek almost tenderly.

"Good toy....good Willow."

He glaced at Angelus, "I'm taking her home. See you in the morning."

Angelus watched as Spike dressed them both. He saw them leave and felt a wave of jealousy. They had just left him there. That would be changing.

* * * * *

Willow woke up, her eyes widening. She felt a large hand over her mouth and began to struggle.

Angelus smiled. "Evening lover."

He ripped her gown from her body, his eyes raking over her bruised body. She healed quickly for a human. He had noticed that the two weeks he had been fucking her and Spike. It took all his control not to tell the slayer how her little friend spent her nights. But, he didn't want to start something. Right now, Buffy was still stupid to notice that his soul was gone.

"I'm tired of sharing" he said, seeing the fear in her eyes. "Sent Spike on a fool's errand. He won't get back until I'm finished with you."

Willow bit his hand, causing him to jerk it up. "Damn bitch."

She pushed trying to get free. She screamed for Spike, but all that greeted her was an empty house. Her head was knocked to the side as Angelus hit her hard. She tasted blood in her mouth.

"I was going to play nice. That's over. I want to fuck you without having to ask my childe for permission. I'm going to hear you scream, Willow."

She felt his cock enter her dry passage. She blinked back tears at the pain. His mouth was all over her, biting into her neck and chest. She felt him roughly twist her nipple and screamed.

He sighed, "That's it....scream for me..."

He thrust into her, rougher than he had before. She felt herself tearing at the pounding he was giving her. She lay immobile underneath his moving body. Her eyes went blank as they stared at a spot on her ceiling.

"God...so damn tight....wonder how tight that ass is" Angelus said. He frowned when he didn't get a reaction. He removed his cock from her pussy, noticing the slight traces of blood. Smiling, he plunged his entire length into her ass. He groaned as he felt his cock enter the tight space.

"You like this, whore? That's all you are, you know. A vampire's whore. Spike will get tired of you. He always gets tired of them. Then, he'll let me have you. I'll fuck you until you bleed. Once I'm through with you, we'll pass you to the minions. You'll always be nothing more than a vampire's fuck toy. Scream, damn it."

He hit her in the stomach as he sped up his thrusts. He began to hit her body. Each time, his fist hitting a new patch of skin. He'd leave her marked. She'd never forget not to tease him....not to choose someone else over him. He grunted as he came, his seed going deep inside her. He bit her neck, drinking her blood. Pulling himself free, he spit on her. "A vampire's whore. Nothing else."

He got dressed and left her laying in the pool of blood and cum. She didn't move, just stared at the spot on the ceiling...her mind not wanting to listen to his words.

* * * * *
Spike sniffed the air as he walked up the stairs. Blood and the smell of sex. Angelus. He raced up the stairs, flipping the switch on. He froze as he took in the bloody shape on the bed. Her eyes were open but she didn't look at him.

Moving beside her, his eyes surveyed her body. That bastard. "Willow...luv?"

She turned her head slightly, blinking. "I told him no.....he wouldn't stop....please don't punish me...."

Spike closed his eyes briefly. She was apologizing to him. What the hell had he done to her? He opened his eyes, and moved his hand to her face.

"Shh. It's not your fault, pet. We need to get you cleaned up. First, do you have anything I can use to block the window? It's going to be dawn soon."

She nodded. "Closet in the hall. Blankets."

He fixed the window then went to her bathroom. He got the water going, making sure it was warm enough. He want back to the room and found her crying.

"Cor luv. This is my fault. I should never have let him play."

"No choice. He's your sire" she said, hicupping slighlty from crying.

"I should have staked the bastard. I knew what he was capable of. Too damn blind and glad that he was back."

"Not your fault" she said, echoing his words.

He scooped her up and took her to the bathroom. Laying her gently in the water, he began to clean her up. His demon grew more upset as the bruises and bites came into view from underneath the blood. Angelus would pay. Spike smiled evilly. He knew the perfect way. Looking back at Willow, he smiled softly. Later.

He left her soaking in the tub, knowing the warm water would help her sore muscles. He changed the sheets, throwing the soiled ones in the trash. He didn't think Willow would want them anymore. He helped her dry off then laid her back down.

"Hold me" Willow asked softly, her gaze nervous.

He undressed and laid beside her. His arms going around her as she slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms. He laid awake thinking. Wondering why he cared about her. It was just sex and games. The feeling that he had...that his demon had...proved him wrong. She was his mate. Angelus had defiled that bond knowingly. He would pay for hurting her. That was guaranteed. Spike nuzzled her neck as he drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Drusilla watched Spike enter the room, a girl in his arms.

"Dru, love, can you move that doll?" He asked, gesturing to the bed.

She took the doll and held it tightly in her hands. She looked at the girl, her eyes widening as she saw the bruises and marks on her. She leaned over and sniffed. Glancing at Spike, she licked one of the bites. "Daddy hurt her."

"Yes he did. This is Willow. Willow, this is my sister, Drusilla."

Willow opened tired eyes and looked at the dark haired woman. They studied each other for a few moments before Dru smiled.

"I like her. She has strength. She is yours?"

"Yes, she's mine. Angelus knew that."

"Daddy was naughty. He should be punished."

"He will be. Will you help?"

Dru looked at the girl, "Did he make you scream?"

Willow nodded, tears in her eyes as she remembered the previous night. She was so sore she still couldn't walk. "Yes he did."

Dru's eyes flashed, "He use to make me scream too....before Spike stopped him. Spike's a good brother. He doesn't make me do those naughty things that Daddy liked."

"Dru" Spike said, his patience losing its edge. "Will you help us?"

"Yes. I like my new sister. May we keep her with us?"

"Yes. I want her somewhere safe. No one sees her except us. I have a plan to get that bastard."

"Spike, you don't have to do this for me" Willow said softly.

"He has to learn that he isn't the Master Vampire anymore. He was gone too long to stroll back in and take over. He knew not to touch you. For that, he suffers."

"I don't want you hurt."

He flashed her a smile, "Luv, he may be older, but I've been a true vampire much longer than he has. Dru will help. We'll come up with something."

Willow felt a cold hand on her face. Startled she looked into dark eyes. Dru began to whisper to her. She felt the pain leaving her body as she drifted off to sleep.

"She'll sleep without pain" Dru said softly to Spike.

"Thank you, princess."

She looked at him, "You aren't to hurt her. She belongs with us. I can tell."

"I won't." He ran a hand through his hair, "Damn it. I can't believe I fell into my own little trap."

Dru smiled. She loved Spike. She was glad to see him happy.

She clapped her hands gleefully, "What are going to do to get Daddy back?"

Spike smiled, "Come on. I'll fill you in."

The two vampires left Willow sleeping on the bed. Their voices could be heard in the hallway. Suddenly, Drusilla laughed as she heard Spike's plan.

* * * * *

"What's wrong pet?" Spike asked Willow.

"I can't stay here" she said softly.

He felt a spark of anger, "Here with me?"

"No!" Willow gasped. "Here in Sunnydale. If your plan works....Buffy will hate me when she finds out. The others will too. She will come after you. I can't lose you."

"You want us to go away?" he asked, making sure he understood her.

"Could we? Somewhere away from here. Dru can come too" she said smiling slightly.

Over the last three days, she and the woman had grown close, both knowing what it was like to have Angelus hurt them. They also shared a love for Spike, both in their own way.

"Sounds like a good idea. Especially after tomorrow night. The slayer isn't going to be very happy."

"Do you think it will work?" she asked softly.

He smiled, "Yeah I think it will. Teach that bastard to touch what isn't his."

"So, we can leave as soon as you take care of Angelus?" she asked.

He nodded. "Maybe head down to Brazil. Heard the weather is lovely. Lots of nice blood boiled from the heat. Just joking luv. We can anywhere you want to go."

She smiled and hugged him, "Thank you. I'll go tell Dru. She'll be so happy. She hates it here. Oh, and I can go by my house tomorrow afternoon and pack up what I need. Leave a note for my parents. Buffy and the others will find out I'm sure....Dru. Guess what!"

Spike smiled as he watched her leave the room. He was still trying to understand his feeling for the girl. He didn't believe in love, but whatever it was, it was a nice feeling. She him, just like Dru did. Getting away from this town was probably the best thing for all of them. He certainly didn't want to deal with a pissed off slayer.

* * * * *

Angelus sneered as the watcher continued talking. His eyes fell to the empty chair and he smirked. Little Red hadn't been around since he had fucked her. He hoped he hadn't hurt her too bad. He wouldn't have a chance to make her scream again if she had died.

His gaze fell on Buffy. Stupid slut. She couldn't even tell the difference in him and his souled self. He wanted nothing more than to nail her ass to the wall and make her watch him torture all of her friends. To tell her about making Willow bleed. He closed his eyes and thought lovingly of her screams. He hadn't seen Spike since that night. He'd give a day or two more before hunting him down. He missed his childe's tight ass...not as tight as Willow.

"Angel, want to go dancing with us after research?" Buffy asked.

"I'd rather be raked over hot coals and have sticks thrust through my eyes." He replied snidely.

"What the hell?" Xander said.

Angelus opened his mouth to retort but found himself clutching his head. He fell backwards as he screamed. The pain was intense. He felt his demon pushed into a cage and locked away. His soul came back. He looked up at them, his eyes finding Willow's chair. Tears ran down his cheeks as he remembered it all.

"Noooooo!"

* * * * * Dru smiled as Willow came bouncing to the car. "It worked."

"You sure?" the redhead asked, her eyes hopeful.

Dru nodded as she through the remains of the orb into the trash. "I know. He's permanently souled again."

Spike laughed, "Damn bastard. Told him not to play with the big boys. He'll have to remember it all ever day for the rest of his measly existence."

"Good." Willow said, kissing him. "Great plan."

"Stick with me baby, I have them all the time."

"Once in every decade" Dru corrected as they settled into the car.

Willow laughed at the look of mock outrage on Spike's face. "Come on. Let's leave now. I want to see Sunnydale in the rear view mirror."

Dru settled back as she began to hum softly. Spike kissed Willow before starting the car. "As you wish, m'lady."

"Drive on Jeeves" Willow said smiling at him. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when she was the Welcome to Sunnydale sign in the rearview mirror. It was all her past. She leaned her head against Spike as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep listening to Dru's humming.

THE END