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Willow sat listening to the professor drone on and on about some point in the American revolution. She no longer cared what he was saying. She hadn't cared about very much since graduation. Who ever said that leaving high school was the turning point in your life was right. In her case, it had been a bad turn.

She almost didn't go to college. She had been tempted to just leave Sunnydale or worse. Suicide had entered her mind several times, especially as the school year progressed. Nothing was the same. Everyone was gone. She was the only one that had remained in Sunnydale. Stupid choice she knew now. The littlest thing would set her off, either in tears or anger. Her parents had come home once since the terrible events of graduation. They had handed her the keys to the house and left. She hadn't heard from them since. They had no idea what was wrong with her. Why should they? They didn't care.

The gang had defeated the mayor. The ascension had been stopped. The students had banded together to fight the evil. She had stood by and watched as Oz, the love of her life, had been torn in two. His blood had drenched her robe. Her main regret was that they had not had a chance to consummate their love. They had planned to make love the night after they defeated the mayor. They had all been so confident that together they could do anything. They'd bee right, in a way.

After stumbling from Oz's body, she had seen Harmony getting attacked by vampires. She had fought them off her old enemy, but Harm had died. Willow had taken a stake and plunged it into the girl, knowing that she might rise again. She had watched Larry die. Willow shook off the memories as she saw the others get up to leave. She followed, moving to sit underneath a tree outside on the side of the building. People generally left her alone here. She had a haunted look that kept them away.

Wesley had been next. She didn't know who had done it. She had found his head by the aisle, his body across the campus grounds by the stage. She had fought for her life as demons and vampires alike fought for theirs. The mayor had been killed by Buffy. They had won. It wasn't until the school was burning that she had found Giles. He was sitting on the ground by his car, his neck ripped open, his eyes unseeing. She had collapsed at his feet, remaining there until the others had stumbled upon them.

Cordelia had survived, barely. Her face had been burned badly, her hair torched. She had been flown to the best surgeons, but nothing could be done. She would forever have the burns on the right side of her face. She had moved to her grandparent's house off the coast of Maine. Willow received a phone call every little bit.

Xander had gone too. He had lost Anya, who had returned to fight alongside them. She hadn't wanted to leave without him. Demons had gotten her, gutting her like a fish in front of Willow and Xander. Xander had left that night, taking off for parts unknown. She had received three postcards in the months that he had been gone.

Each one said, "Still alive. Doing well. Having fun. Hope you are too. Love, X "

After twelve years of friendship, they were down to less than a dozen words and no return address.

Buffy had taken Giles death hard. She blamed herself. She and Joyce had left. Actually, with the mayor's death, the council decided that Sunnydale would be safe. The negativity of the halted ascension would keep the nasties away. They had re-assigned her to Miami, a move that she had gladly accepted. She was in a town that thrived on sunlight. Willow had received a few phone calls and several letters. No visits. Buffy had sworn that she would never return to the town that had killed her watcher and her friends.

Angel had gone to LA. He had planned to do so even before the botched graduation. He sent Willow email, but he was a man of few words. He, too, had never been back to Sunnydale. Too many reminders of what he had lost. Faith had died shortly after graduation. Willow had seen it in the paper. She had been buried with no gravestone. Willow had sold some of her mother's china and bought her a small one. She hadn't liked Faith very much, but Buffy insisted that the girl had helped them in the end. Besides, she had saved Willow and the others several times before going bad. No one that had done such great good even for a brief time deserved to be buried without a grave stone. It was very simple, just baring her name and the dates of death and birth.

So, now she was alone. Every night she saw Oz ripped apart trying to protect her. She saw Giles lying dead against his car. She saw Wesley's head tossed around like a football. She had tried but couldn't rid herself of the past. She couldn't just move away and forget like the others. She had to face it everyday. She leaned her head against the tree and watched the passing students. She remembered a time that she had been as carefree as they were. She sat there, lost in her memories.

Spike surveyed the rock. He knew it was there somewhere. He had painstakingly tracked it down, even returning to Sunnydale, and the blasted slayer, to find it. The damn thing was there. He could feel it. Soon, nothing would stand between him and sunlight. He smiled evilly. Nothing.

* * * * *

Willow glanced out her window at the dark sky. She never went out after dark anymore. She used to love the night. Thrived on it. Now, she was just scared at what lurked in the shadows. She rarely even went into her own backyard unless it was absolutely necessary.

She turned on her television, thankful for any kind of noise. She heard the chatter from one of the many game shows littering the networks lately. She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. Settling in front of the television, she turned the channels until she found something that she liked. She sat back, chewing her sandwich as Romper Stomper played. She always enjoyed this film, despite the violence.

The character of Hando always captivated her. He was so mean and vicious, but under it all, she could see that he was in a situation that was out of his control. It didn't hurt that Russell Crowe played him. She had been a huge fan of his for years, after seeing this film. She got enthralled in the movie, cringing as it neared the end. She despised the end of the film. She also hated the bitch that tore everything apart. Willow flipped the station not wanting to see the scenes at the ocean. She had seen enough death lately.

She finally turned the TV. off and headed upstairs. She could try to catch some sleep before the nightmares returned. Maybe at least get an hours worth before she'd be back downstairs flipping channels.

"Yes!" Spike said, laughter in his voice.

He held the ring in his hand, his blue eyes lit with excitement. He had found it. It wasn't just a myth. It was now his. He slipped it onto his finger and frowned. He didn't feel any different. He shrugged. From all descriptions, this was the ring. He'd know for sure tomorrow, when he would finally feel the sun for the first time in over a hundred years.

* * * * *

Spike smiled as he felt the warmth of the sun's rays. Damn, this was good. He walked along the campus sidewalks, seeing everything in the sunlight. It was strange how different the world looked. At night, everything was in shadows. His outside world was black, white and gray. Now, he had color. He had blood warmed by the sun to digest. Things were good.

A frown marred his handsome features. The damn slayer was the only thing that could spoil this. No one hardly knew of the legend, so he wasn't worried about anyone coming after him. He was a loner usually, so he had no one around him to discover his secret. No, the daft slayer was it. He'd have to find her and kill her. Simple as that really. His eyes scanned all the scantily clad blondes milling around the campus. Yeah, real easy.

He thought a moment, wondering where to begin.

"If I were a slutty slayer, where would I be?" he said softly to himself

. "Boy's locker room. Frat houses. The swimming pool. Wherever the damn rest of the gang was. Yep. That's the answer. Find one of the others and I find the slayer."

He saw a few students walk by, casting curious looks at him. He received admiring gazes from several women. His smile broadened at their appraisal.

He walked around campus, enjoying the sun. He turned a corner a paused. There was the little red head he'd kidnapped the year before. Her name escaped him, but he'd recognize her anywhere. She had looked at him with pity and warmth, batting those big green eyes as he'd droned on about Drusilla, the faithless wench. She'd been the thing that convinced him to search out his dark princess only to have her dump him again. Stupid bitch. He'd been relieved to hear that she'd walked into the sun.

He saw the redhead stop and talk to some guy he didn't know. Big head, goofy grin, terrible hair. Screamed out loser. Spike watched as the guy patted her shoulder. The girl moved, glaring at the dumb kid. The boy watched as she left, heading into the hall. Spike smiled. His source of information was walking towards him. If anywhere knew where to find the slayer, it was her little redhead shadow.

He moved quickly, coming up behind the boy. "Hey, mate. Saw you talking to that little red head."

"So?"

"What's your name?" Spike asked, laying on the accent.

"Riley. And you know Willow how?"

Spike nodded. Willow. That was it. He knew it was some silly name, after a tree or a star.

"We go way back. You know her friend, Buffy?"

Riley shook his head, "Willow doesn't have any friends. She lives alone off campus. Don't you know that?"

"I've been gone a few months. No friends you say? An uptight blonde? Wears her skirts up to here and her shirts so tight they almost bust? You don't know her?"

"I'd remember someone like that I'd think. As I said, Willow hangs alone. Her records indicate that she was a good student at one time. Now, it is strange if she makes it through class without falling asleep. Does she know you're asking about her?"

"Nah. The witch and I have a little bit of a love hate relationship."

"Witch?" Riley said puzzled.

Spike nodded and motioned to a clearing in the bushes. "Can we talk privately, chap?"

"Of course." Riley followed the man into the bushes.

"See, she loves to hate me and I just hate her. Thanks for the information." Spike said smiling as he jerked Riley's head back.

His fangs plunged deep, ripping the boy's throat open. He drank steadily. He was right. The sun did warm their blood. It was like having his very own microwave oven. Right toasty.

He finished, dropping the boy on the ground. He kicked him underneath the bush. No slayer around? Why hadn't he heard anything? He hadn't been very social. but a slayer leaving would have reached him. Or so he thought. He smiled, wiping the blood from his mouth.

That meant little witch was all alone. He could have fun with that. He could have a lot of fun with that. He gave one last kick to Riley before moving back on to the sidewalk. Time to find out if the kid was telling the truth. He laughed softly as he headed off to the registrar's office. If the slayer was gone, Sunnydale had just become his own personal playground. And little Willow would be first in line to ride the tilt a whirl.

* * * * *

Willow walked slowly to her house. She was in no hurry to escape the warmth of the autumn afternoon. Last night she had dreamed that Giles and Oz had been after her. They blamed her for not protecting them. They said she would join them in death. She had woken up, sweat soaked in her bed. She hadn't tried to sleep after that.

She stopped by the house next door. It was the only house within a few hundred feet. The woman who had owned it had died the previous summer and it now stood vacant. She saw the broken windows and wondered if anyone would ever buy it. She felt even more isolated after the woman's death. With only a vacant lot on the one side and now a vacant house on the other, she was alone.

She went to her mailbox, searching for news from her old friends. All she had were some catalogs and junk mail. Nothing from Buffy or Xander Cordelia had phone the previous evening. She was doing well, considering. She had met a fisherman who was scarred from a boating accident. It was a match made in the ER she told Willow. She was happy. Willow couldn't fault her for trying to grasp onto some resemblance of a normal life.

She went inside and turned on the radio. She had to have something going at all times. The quite bothered her too much. It gave her too much time to think. To let the past whisper to her. She went into the kitchen and reached for a soda. She was startled to hear a cry for help. She went to her backdoor and looked outside. She opened it walking on to the porch.

"Hello?" she called softly.

She moved further, hearing a shrill scream then nothing. Startled, she turned to go back inside. She would call the police to check on the field behind her house. She felt arms grab her waist. She started to scream but her mouth was covered by a firm hand.

"Scream and I'll cut your tongue out." a voice said low in her ear.

It was vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it.

She fought, trying to get away but it was useless. He was stronger than her. She was pushed to the ground, her head hitting the step of her porch. She felt a million shots of pain spread through her head. She blinked, trying to get the dripping blood from her eyes.

She felt a rough hand tear her shirt, the ripping echoing into the sunny afternoon. She then felt a hand on her breasts, savagely squeezing them before ripping her bra. She blinked away tears. She couldn't believe she was about to be raped in her own backyard. She stared at a puddle of water that the sun bounced off. She felt a hand push her jeans down, one still covering her mouth. She was struggling to breathe through her nose.

The attacker never said a word, save for the threat at the beginning. He wore gloves made of soft leather. He smelled like stale cigarettes and that leather. He was taller than her, stronger. She felt his hard cock against her, cold to her dry passage. She screamed against his hand as he plunged into her, breaking her maidenhood. She felt her mind leaving her as he continued his assault. She couldn't be there for this. Not for this. She had survived so much already.

She felt his mouth on her back, his blunt teeth tearing into her flesh. His free hand went to her hair, pulling her head from the ground. He pulled her back, sinking even deeper into her. The tears were no longer flowing. She was hoping that he'd just kill her when he finished. Maybe he could finish what she had started during Graduation.

She felt his hand leave her mouth, running down to twist her breast again. She screamed as loud as she could hoping that someone would hear....knowing that they wouldn't. She heard him chuckle. He continued to savagely fuck her. He pushed her head back to the ground, thrusting it into the small stones that littered the backyard. She closed her eyes against the dirt. She felt a sharp sting as he slapped her ass hard. His fingernails dug into her back. She cried out when she felt him hit her side hard. She fell forward, her breasts against the ground. He held her down as he withdrew from her violated passage.

She wondered if it was over. She hadn't felt anything fill her. Maybe he couldn't finish. All the possibilities left her mind as he plunged dryly into her rectum. Again, he hit her back, digging those fingernails into her as she screamed in pain. She heard him grunt as he began to thrust faster. Hands cruelly twisting her breasts, raking them against the stones underneath her. She heard a loud groan as she felt liquid shooting deep inside her.

Spike sat back surveying the girl. She was covered with blood. Her ass was red from his abuse. His cum dripping from it on to the dirt. Her pussy leaked out vaginal blood and secretions that she hadn't been able to control. He moved, forcing her legs apart further as he moved between them. His tongue touched her cunt, lapping at the blood. His hands gripped her ass tightly, giving her no room to run away.

Willow's head went up sharply as she felt a tongue roughly caress her swollen passage. She felt her breathing quicken as he continued to lick her. She felt leather clad fingers enter her throbbing ass. No. Not this. She was not going to orgasm for him. She couldn't. He had just violently raped her. She felt a tightening in her stomach as she contracted against his thrusting tongue, her ass clinched his fingers tightly. She moaned as she came all over his face, her juices leaking freely. She felt tears of humiliation build up as her head went down again.

Spike stood and smiled, pulling his clothes back on. She lay in a heap at his feet, her head still facing the ground. He heard her sobs and enjoyed the moment. He kicked her hard in the ribs, causing her to scream again. He had found out that the slayer was not enrolled at the college. In fact, with some digging, he'd learned what had happened at graduation. That meant Red was completely alone. On her own. His new plaything. She'd be a good toy. That was certain. She was so tight. Such pale skin. It bruised so easily. Her blood rich and intoxicating. Yes, he had found a new hobby.

"You're my whore. Remember that. Anytime I want you, I get you. Anyway that I want. Say it, slut. I want to hear the words from that dirty little mouth."

Willow still didn't look up. She felt the sun beating down on her bruised form. She didn't want to know who had done this to her. It would make it easier not knowing. She couldn't live with his face haunting her nightmares along with Oz and Giles. Another kick to her side. She groaned, trying to ignore the pain.

"Say it." Spike said through clenched teeth.

He wondered if she remembered him. They had only met that one time. Sure they'd seen each other while fighting, but they'd never spoken. Well, he was no longer that miserable pansy ass wretch that he had been. He was back and badder than ever.

"I'm your whore" Willow said in an emotionless tone. She refused to look up.

"You like it when I fuck you. You came hard, little girl. Can still taste it in my mouth. Want a taste?"

She shook her head, humiliated at his truthful words. She had orgasmed from his touch. He had forced her but she hadn't enjoyed it. She couldn't control her body's reaction to him... to his touch. It had been months since someone had touched her, even in a friendly way. Now, she had been fucked and beaten by some man who wanted to verbally fuck her as well. Why didn't he leave? He had what he wanted.

* * * * *

Willow closed her eyes as she sun beat down on her bruised and bloody form. It had been hours since the abuse had first started. He had raped her five times. Each time making sure that she came also. It was worse than if he had just beat her, which he also did. Now, her body was almost aching for his touch. He was by no means tender, quite the opposite. Yet, he could make her shiver with just a soft feather like touch. She blinked back tears, waiting for what he planned next.

She waited at least ten minutes before she had the feeling that she was alone. She hesitantly looked up, her eyes darting around the back yard. He had left her. She sat up, pain crossing her face. Her entire body was on fire. She was sticky with dried cum, blood, and his fresh seed. She waited, not wanting to move in case he was coming back. When she was sure that he had left for good, she slowly made her way to her feet.

She moved inside, leaving her torn and bloody clothes on the ground. She went straight to the shower, needing to clean herself. She began to scrub, her mind whirling through what had happened that afternoon. Half way through the third rape, she realized where she had heard his voice. She knew it wasn't possible. He just sounded like that. She was probably crazy. Trying to substitute someone she often fantasized about into the situation she was in. It had worked, allowing her to get through the rest of the pain and fucking without tears.

She glanced down, cringing at the marks on her body. She had rubbed so hard she had torn the flesh around her breasts. She had wanted to rid herself of the memory of him there... his hands touching her. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the wall, letting the water wash away the blood and grime. She cried, her tears mixing with the water. In her mind, she took herself to a time before graduation. To a time when she had last been happy. It was the only way to escape anymore. She had no one to call. No one to help her through this. She would do it alone, as she had for the last months.

When he came for her again, something she knew in her gut he would do, she didn't know what she would do. She didn't think she could stand much more of this. But, as he said, he had made her his whore. She might not be able to fight. Maybe he wouldn't be back. He had left this time. She left the shower, walking wet into her room. The towel felt too bad against her skin. She couldn't dry off without reopening some of the wounds. She lay on the bed, praying for sleep to take her away. Even the nightmares would be better than this reality right now.

* * * * *

She saw Oz was watching her rape, a smile on his face. She screamed out as she felt herself being split in two by her attacker. She laid, broken and beaten, on the floor of the room.

"Quit the sniveling bitch. You deserve this."

She fought to ignore Giles' words, knowing it was just her mind. They hurt anyway.

"You let us die. Did you think we wouldn't punish you? Now, you have to realize what you are....what you always were."

She closed her eyes at Oz's harsh words. She heard a laugh, sensual and cold. She had seen her attacker's face. She didn't know how, but it had been Spike. He had been in the sun. That realization, even if brought out by her nightmare, frightened her worse than the rape had.

"A whore. His whore. Every time he hits you, remember us. Remember how you didn't save us. Remember how you stood by as we died saving you."

"No...it wasn't like that..." she said softly.

She cringed as a boot hit her rib. She heard the bones crack at the impact and screamed. Oz and Giles laughed as Spike continued to abuse her.

She felt fingers on her face, drawing her eyes up. Blue eyes stared intently at her, "My little whore. You should have tried to save them. Now, they aren't around to save you..."

Willow screamed as she felt a fire in her gut. She sat up in bed, her voice echoing through the house. She glanced around, reassuring herself that she awake. She felt pain shoot through her still tender body. She wiped away tears that the nightmare had brought.

She hadn't saved them. Was Spike right? Was Spike the one who had raped her that afternoon? If so, how had he been in the sun? So many questions ran through her mind. She couldn't call Giles for the answers. That thought made her feel more saddened. She moved from the bed to the floor, their voices still ringing in her head. She crawled to the corner of her room and sat, her head against the wall.

Her eyes stayed on the knife that was sitting on her desk. It had been one of Giles. She had taken it along with several of his books after his death. Many a night she would waken and take it, just holding the blade in her hand. Her palms had scars from where her fist had clenched it. She again took it in her hands. She noticed that this time she didn't shake. Her hands were calm.

She gripped it tightly, watching the small beads of blood began to drip down the sharp blade. She felt another wave of pain shoot through her. He had left her without anything. He had taken away what little faith she had that things would get better. They would never get better. She was cursed. Only death could save her from the nightmares.... from the voices of the dead that she had let down.

She put the blade under her chin, cringing slightly as it dug into her skin. Could she do it this time? So many nights, she had tried and failed. This time was different though. This time she had nothing left to lose. Spike, if it had been him, had taken it all that afternoon. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slowly began to move the blade towards her, along her chin. She felt the blood begin to flow as it trickled from the wounds she was inflicting. She opened her eyes, knowledge in them. She was going to do it. Tonight, she would die. She moved her hand sharply, the blade going into her throat. She focused her eyes on the photo that was sitting on her desk. Happy times before graduation. As she felt her life draining away, she smiled softly remembering what had once been.

Spike looked at the body of the boy at his feet. He had fed several times already. It wouldn't do for appearances if he suddenly disappeared from the night scene. Not yet at least. There would be time for that in the future. He grinned as he remembered how he had spent his first full day in the sun. The feeling of tight warmth around his cock as the sun beat down on him. Who would have thought the slayer's little pet would be such a great fuck? She had screamed and cried, but never once has she begged. He admired that strength. Her tears had only incited him further.

Now, standing in this alley, his cock hardened just thinking about fucking her. He had told her that she was his whore. It was time to show her just who belonged to. After tonight, she wouldn't be running anywhere. He could count on that. He began to walk towards her house, his smile widening with each step. There was nothing she could do to escape him. Nothing.

* * * * *

"No answer?" a masculine voice asked.

"No. Damn it, where could she be?"

"Why don't you try again? I'll go finish supper."

Cordelia Chase watched Kyle walk into the kitchen. She would have smiled if she wasn't so worried. Willow wasn't answering her phone. She knew her old friend never went out after dark. She was always home. It had been three nights. Three nights with no answer. She felt a horrible feeling that something was wrong.

When she had last spoken to Willow, the other girl's voice had soft and defeated. Cordelia had been worried. In fact, her worry had driven her so crazy that she had tried to call back the next night, with no answer. Each night had been the same. There was no one left in Sunnydale to call that would know if anything had happened. She was trying to fight it, but she believed that Willow may have finally committed suicide.

She hoped she was wrong. She really did care about the girl, their friendship coming from bad times shared. She wanted Willow to leave Sunnydale. She had tried numerous times to no avail. The girl was determined to remain out of some misguided loyalty to the dead. Cordelia hung the phone up after fifteen rings. She glanced at Kyle who had looked in on her.

Sighing, she reached for the phone. This time, dialing a number in Florida. Maybe Buffy would know if something had happened. If not, maybe Xander. Cordelia knew that her ex boyfriend had been in Miami with Buffy for the last two months. She also knew that neither of them spoke to Willow. They tried to forget the past by cutting off all ties. She had thought about doing that, she had more reasons than any of them. But, she couldn't desert Willow. That was why she always phoned. Letters were too impersonal. She had to heard Willow's voice just to reassure herself that Sunnydale hadn't won entirely. It hadn't defeated Willow. But now, she wondered if it had.

"Yeah?"

"Nice way to answer the phone, Buffy."

A slight pause. "What do you want Cordelia? I trust it this isn't a social call? Not after that last one, which I'm still trying to get over, I might add."

Cordelia felt Kyle's hands on her neck. "I have nothing social to discuss with you. Have you or that cretin I used to date heard from Willow?"

Another pause. "I wrote her a letter last month. Got a reply. That's it. Why?"

Cordelia gnawed on her lip. She felt it. She knew in her heart that it most likely too late, but she had to try. "I think something happened to her or she may have killed herself."

"Willow? Suicide? No way. She was fine in the letter."

"When's the last time you heard her voice?" Cordelia asked softly.

"I uh...since I left Sunnydale. But, not Willow. There's no way. She's probably just studying. Did you try calling?"

"Duh. No answer. For three nights. Something's wrong. I feel it."

"Fine. Let me try. I'll call you back. Ok?"

"All right. I'm at Kyle's. I hope you can get through. I hope we aren't too late."

"Me too." a soft voice said.

* * * * *
Spike sat on his bed, his fingers pushing through the blond hair on his head. He thought over the last few days and felt a pang of regret that was quickly pushed away.

He had gone to the redhead's house that evening five days ago. He had intended to shag her senseless and do a bit of torture. He hadn't realized how desperate he must have made her... not until he'd arrived. He had gone into the dark house, thankful that he had admittance due to his claiming of her. He had seen the light in what must be her bedroom. He hadn't been prepared for what had met his gaze as he had cockily strode into the room.

There had been so much blood. He had fought his demon at the scent. It had seriously taken him a few moments to understand that she had done it to herself. He had never once thought that she would try something like that. She seemed so quiet, so afraid of death. She hadn't been. It had appeared that she had welcomed it.

She had done it with a knife. Not just any knife, but a nice sword. It appeared very old. Must have been one of the watcher's toys. Guess he had no use for it any longer. Spike could have seen pills...even poison of some sort. But a knife surprised him. That was just so messy. He had moved beside her, his hand stroking her face. He had almost been in time. Her face was still warm though no breath came from her lips.

Spike shook his head, sending the images from his mind. He had realized then that he was no better than Angelus. He had been planning to court her the way his sire had courted Drusilla. He hadn't been fortunate enough to begin on an innocent girl. He had chosen someone that thought death better than facing her life. Sure, he had planned on killing her. That was a given. He had decided that she would be his forever. It was just up to him how long he played his game. But, he had never imagined her taking that power from his hands. She had surprised him again.

Spike stood, glancing at the clock. It was still daylight. He was getting restless. It was time to go feed. Find some nice girl with red hair to drink from. Feel her warm blood as it spilled into his throat. He turned slightly, his eyes softening. He smiled as he offered his hand.

A slim, pale hand put the ring in his palm. "It's set." a soft voice said.

He chuckled as he put the ring on, "Ah, a woman after me own heart."

Willow smiled, her eyes cold, "I've already got your heart, Daddy. Soon, we can share the slayer's though."

Spike moved to her, his fingers digging into her hair. He ran a finger down her face, "Let's make sure it's still beating. So much tastier then. No one suspects?"

She blinked at him, her eyes burning into his, "Not at all. I played the helpless little girl and they bought it. They'll come. Give it time, they'll be here."

"Must say, your plan is perfect Red. What shall we do while we wait?" he asked seductively as he moved his hand down to her breast.

"I'm sure you can think of something." Willow said, moving into her sire's embrace. "You always do."

* * * * *

"I wonder where Cordelia is."

Xander looked at Buffy in surprise, "She's not coming."

"What? I thought Willow said all of us."

He shrugged, "She said that Willow told her not to come. That she had been through enough suffering as it was or something like that...."

"That's strange. I wonder what this big evil is. Willow wouldn't tell me anything over the phone."

"Yes, well, she was probably surprised to find out I was there with you. I hadn't mentioned it before."

"Must be it," Buffy agreed.

She looked around the campus of the school she was suppose to attend. She shuddered as her mind flashed back to graduation and the last time she was at any school.

"Where is she?"

"Right here." A voice spoke behind them.

They turned, their eyes widening as they took in Willow's appearance. She had a scar running down her throat. Her face was pale and she looked sickly.

"Will. Nice to see you at this happy little reunion." Xander said, attempting humor.

He shivered as Willow just looked at him, her mouth not smiling.

"Of course. Nice to see you both too. Glad you could come help out."

Buffy would have hugged her old friend, but this wasn't the Willow she had known. They had all changed that night, Willow more than the others. She had watched her boyfriend die in front of her among other things. Now, she was cold and aloof.

"What is this evil you need help fighting?"

Willow smiled softly, "Nice to see too Buffy. You'll find out. I can't even describe it really. I've heard rumor that it is going to attack in two days. So, you two can reaquaint yourselves with the town. I have to go now."

"Wait. You're just leaving?" Buffy said.

"Yes. I'm sure you two can take care of your own entertainment. Especially since you two are living together. I have rooms booked for you, one room actually. It's in your name Xander. I'll see you both when its time."

They watched her walk away, the sun light making her hair look like flames.

"Well, we've been dismissed."

"Buff, don't worry about it. She's had to stay here and deal. We got out. Give her a little time. From what Cordelia said, she never speaks to anyone except her. She has no close friends anymore. It's probably as hard for her as it is for us."

"I'm sure you're right. She just seems so hard."

"Let's go to the hotel. We can get some use out of that room."

Buffy laughed, "Pervert"

Willow moved from behind the trees, her eyes watching them leave.

"Laugh now kiddies. Soon, you'll be screaming." She smiled as her eyes flashed yellow before turning back to their usual green.

She turned and went to find Spike. Phase one was complete.

* * * * *

Willow clenched around Spike's thrusting cock. She screamed out his name as she bit into his shoulder, drinking his blood. She felt his teeth enter into her neck as they found their release. She smiled at him, loved seeing the pride in his eyes as he pulled away from her.

"Let's go somewhere" he said, his hand kneading her breast.

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want, my luv."

"I've always wanted to see Boston. Looks so historic."

He chuckled, "I have an old friend that lives there. You'd like her. A bit insane. She has this thing about rats..."

"Rats?"

"She enjoys their taste. Says its a delicacy. Don't knock it. I've had my sips from some of them. Not too bad. She's shacked up with some bloke. Sure she could put us up for awhile."

"Is she an ex?"

He laughed, "Jealous? Rest assured, she and I are just friends. Always have been. She couldn't abide Dru. Besides, she has bad taste. She was one of Angelus' tarts."

"Poor thing. And she survived?"

"Must have been the rats" he said smiling. He stood, stepping over the body of the slayer. He grinned at Willow, "Baby bagged a slayer and she's only two weeks old. Makes daddy proud."

Willow smiled, "Didn't she scream so loud? Made my blood burn."

"Eh, that moron died too fast. Screamed loud too though."

Willow wiped the blood from her face. She tasted it, knowing it had belonged to Buffy. Things change. She was happy finally. She hadn't felt this free...this untamed...ever. Spike had released her from her misery.

"Boston...where everyone knows your name?"

"Only the ones you want to, luv. Fancy a shower?"

"Yes" Willow said, stepping over Xander's lifeless body. "You can do my back."

"Can't wait." he said, grabbing her roughly and pushing her against the door. He entered her from behind, causing her to moan loudly.

"That isn't what I meant....but it works for me" she said softly as she pushed against him.

Definitely untamed....

THE END