Willow was worried.

That was all there was to it.

Spike and Angel were gone.

So was Buffy, but Buffy wasn't her lover.

And she was going insane.

People always said she was very patient and understanding. But her patience was going to be going OUT the window if those two annoying and wonderful master vampires didn't come back soon. Her insanity would be joining her patience out the window soon if they didn't come back!

Spike and Angel had moved in with the red head after she had lost Tara. Angel had come down from LA and both of the vampires had been kind. Well, not both.

Spike made her strong by not treating her like glass. He didn't make her feel inferior because of her choices. Angel held her when she needed to cry.

Which she was about to.

WHERE WERE THEY?

It was Christmas for Pete's Sake! And of course, a demon had to do a ritual on Christmas day!

A thump brought her to the present.

"Spike? Angel? Is that you?"

No one was there.

She left her bedroom and went into the living room of their apartment. It wasn't too spacious, but just big enough for the three of them. But only one was present and alive.

And there it was again…there was fabric rustling.

"You two, this isn't funny!"

"Boo!"

Willow screamed and jumped up on the nearby couch to see Spike laughing at her.

"Spike! This isn't funny! You scared me to death!"

Spike took the pouting red-head in his arms and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. It was like fire. And Willow noticed it was different than the rest of the times he had kissed her.

Her head snapped around to the coat closet when she heard another thump.

"Spike?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah?" Willow looked at him. He was just as curious as her.

"You heard it too?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah…what do you think it is?" Spike looked back at her with concerned eyes.

"I don't know."

Willow moved out of his arms and started walking towards the closet.

She missed the evil grin he gave her.

Willow looked back at Spike and saw him motion her closer. She grabbed the door knob and yanked the closet door open. A black cat ran out and she picked it up.

"Midnight! You know not to scare Willow like that!" She scolded. She looked up at the closet to close the door but screamed in horror and what was in the closet.

Buffy's body, drained of blood, fell at her feet.

Eyes wide open, the Slayer's heart had stopped from what Willow could see as puncture holes on her neck. Two holes on each side.

"Oh Goddess…"

The cat in her arms fell when she was grabbed from behind in a vice-like grip.

"No one can help you little Red. You're at our mercy now."

The words Spike had spoken just hit Willow like a ton of bricks.

"…at our mercy…"

Willow's head snapped back to the closet when she heard another figure inside.

"Angelus." She whispered.

"Oh Little One. How long I have waited to finally have you."

Angelus smirked at her and ran a hand over her cheek. Spike reached around from her back and started licking her ear. Willow started crying and struggling.

"Stop that Red. You struggling just makes it more painful. If you let it be, it can be the most pleasurable thing you've ever felt." Spike whispered.

"No. Please." She whispered.

Angelus wiped away her tears and both vampires started licking her neck.

"Let it be." He whispered before both vampires sunk their fangs into her creamy neck. She yelled out in surprise and pain and tried to struggle. Spike's grip increased and she stopped.

<Just relax> She coaxed herself.

<Relax and it will all be over with soon> She relaxed and noticed that the two vampires weren't draining her quickly. They were just licking it out. AND IT HURT!

"Struggling just makes it more painful" Spike's voice came back to her and she tried to remember all the times they had gone out to the park for picnics.

She had often made fun of their attempts at a summertime picnic at midnight. Or when they had gone to England and Scotland. Spike and Angel wanted her to see where they grew up. She learned about their pasts and their childhoods. It was a fun time. She remembered when they had gone out together to a movie. She didn't even remember the movie's name. All she remembered was that they sat on the back row and made love until the credits were done. Angel and Willow still teased Spike when he complained because something sticky had ruined his favorite shirt, which looked like every other one he owned. But those feelings were amazing that night.

And she was feeling those same pleasurable feelings right now.

While she was dying.

Willow couldn't stifle a moan that escaped her lips and she felt Angelus grind against her. Spike's fangs left her skin and trailed upward to her ear. A fang grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear and she shuddered and arched her back.

"That's it, luv. Just relax."

"Not a problem." She murmured.

She felt Angelus chuckle but he was still draining her.

Her vision was getting blurry and she was getting lightheaded also. She let her body go limp and felt Spike pick her up. She vaguely registered lying on the couch in front of their television.

The same one she had just jumped on in a fright-that was supposedly a false alarm.

She felt Spike latch on to her neck and Angelus trailed down her front. He ripped open her shirt and sunk his fangs into her right breast. She arched her back and moaned. How she had the strength to do that she had no idea.

"Goddess…" She muttered.

"Now, now luv," Spike chided, "What have we told you about your Goddess?"

"Shut up."

Willow grabbed his head and forced it back to her neck. Why she did that she had to idea either. But it felt amazing.

She whimpered when Angelus stopped his ministrations on her nipples, but gasped as he moved southward. She felt his fangs graze her swollen lips and his cold breath on the heated flesh.

It would have been amazing…if she wasn't about to slip.

Both vampires had taken so much blood that she was to drained to think properly, not that had been.

"What do you want Little One?" Willow was hazily aware of Angelus' question, but that good ol' Willow brain could think of only two things.

"You and Spike."

Angelus looked at Spike who grinned evilly.

"Wish granted Childe."

Spike bit into her shoulder and Angelus into her thigh and she screamed as a powerful orgasm washed over her and she felt the last drops of her life being taken away.

She didn't even register the coppery liquid being thrust down her throat.

"Merry Christmas Willow."

~**FINIS**~