By: Lady Dark Star

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URL: http://mitglied.lycos.de/dwawards/Lady1.htm

Rating: don’t really have any clue. I’ll go with R

Classification: W/S....W/A?

Distribution: If you would like it, just let me know!

Disclaimer: : This fic will deal with rape/torture/revenge. Its not all happy roughness. Oh, and I don’t own anything but of my own creation in the BtVS universe, to the goddess I wish I did,but I don’t...Joss Whedon and anyone else who jumped on his corporate bandwagon does, self-ish bastards.

Summary: Angelus returns; does VERY bad things to Willow; Spike helps rebuild Willow’s world. This is a DARK fic!!!!

Author’s Note: I try to keep this all very simple, so in effect, down to less-is-more. Anya is alluded to in the story, she's a great character, but any active role complicates the writer’s train of thought. Oh, and Spike isn’t neutered...we all know its funner that way *cheeky grin*

Dedication: To the new man in my life, Spike! (the Cat) He inspired this piece, after a long discussion why I was not obsessed with a certain blonde vampire. I hate it when the damn cat is right.

~Prologue~

It shouldn’t have happened that way. It shouldn’t have happened, even. But as usual the hell mouth got bored, and it did. Purity and innocence is hard to find anywhere, much less on a weakened portal to the underworld, with direct contact with demons every day, but on this hell mouth, in this universe, purity and innocence existed in one being, at one time. But then it happened, and a woman’s world shattered in darkness and red. And even now, after the dust has fallen from the stars, and the screams, begging of both souled and soulless have finished their melodic torment, you can still see the re-enactment of The Happened, in the Happen-er, the Happened To, and the Happened to Save. Paradox reoccurring in each silent look. Hell mouth got bored, and it Happened. Shouldn’t have. But it did.

~If you didn’t get it....read it again......or read it out loud......LDS~

****

Willow laughed at Xander, the cheeto was stuck up his nose and he was making unsuccessful attempts at blowing it out.

"Stop!!!"She coughed, breathlessly.

Buffy rolled her eyes and reached forward, ineffectively shoving the snack further up his nostril.

"Ok,not funny anymore!" Xander commented, trying in vain to stare at the offending article.

Willow started choking vehemently when she tried to swallow her soda. "Whats the fuss about?" a leather clad figure asked, striding into the room, laying his hand on Willow’s shoulder. Willow turned her head up and smiled at Spike.

"Xander was trying to prove to us that he still could stuff cheetos up his nose, blow them out, and one got stuck." She explained, a twinkle in her green eyes.

"Stupid pillock." The vampire laughed.

The pillock in question glared at the vampire. "I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas." He snapped.

Spike nodded, tilting his head to the side. He grinned, and lunged forward, game-faced. Xander gulped air, jumping back, puffing out his cheeks in surprise. "BOO!" Spike growled.

Xander’s cheeto came flying through the air, landing on the table with a PLOP. Willow collapsed in a fit of giggles, as Xander fell flat on his ass.

"Bravo Bravo!" Buffy cheered.

"That wasn’t funny." Xander growled.

Spike changed human visage. "But your face was." He grinned.

Xander regained his place at Giles’ table, willing himself to never touch cheetos again.

"So, whats is mayhem planned for tonight?A good ol’ fashioned rave? Bloodletting?" Spike asked, smiling at Willow again, licking his lips.

The redhead blushed. *Goddess I wish he’d stop that.*

Her and Spike had become good friends over the six months that he had been helping the Scooby Gang. He’d saved her countless of times, and was really fun to be with. Though no one knew exactly why Spike had been assisting the gang.

<Cor, she’s beautiful when she blushes. Course, she’s beautiful anytime.> Spike winked at his witch. He liked her. She had spunk and fire, and a devourable sweetness. He could also imagine, a hellcat in bed. She’d pounce..and bite..and scratch and scream his name each time she... <Fuck...sit down Spike boy..now!> The vampire retreated to the couch.

"Wills suggested movies." Xander supplied.

"I suggested Bronze." Buffy claimed.

"And I say Bronze." Xander added.

Willow sighed. "Fine. A-Bronzing we shall go."

Spike grinned. "Let them go, pet. We can always find a dark theater to retreat to."

Willow giggled. "Why not, you two go Bronzing, Spike and I will go to the movies."

The Slayer and her friend looked at each other. "Are you sure Will?" Xander asked.

Willow nodded. "Yeah, I don’t want to go to the Bronze, and you do, so, lemme go with Spike."

The vampire smiled, draping an arm across her. "I’ll keep her safe." He purred.

"Sure, safe as in, ‘I’ll only take a little nibble, pet’." Xander mocked with a admirable imitation of the vampire.

Spike winked at Willow. "He’s still upset ‘cause he’s not a tasty morsel."

Willow giggled. Xander rolled his eyes. "Deadboy Jr feels threatened by the need to bite me." He deadpanned.

Buffy cleared her throat, her foot impatiently tapping. "Well, yeah trading insults is all good and yummy, but hell, look at the time, valuable Bronzing being wasted!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "Heaven forbid the Slayer’s social regime is interrupted."

Buffy fixed Spike with a glare. "I can always re-kick that tamed ass of yours."

"Only if you spent half the time that you party training....which we all know...will never happen. I don’t think I have to worry any time soon." Spike casually motioned with his hand. Willow stifled a giggle at Buffy’s chagrined face.

****

Willow watched Spike as they walked down the dark street. He was truly a different vampire then when she had first met him. Sure, he was still a soulless demon, and often reminded the group of that fact. He refused to feed from a bag, a argument that had brought Buffy and him to blows many times. Yet, when they were together as a group, he joked. He laughed. But, outside again, he was Master of Sunnydale, focused, alert. Dangerous.

"Do I have something in my hair, pet?"

Willow stumbled. "Huh?" She asked.

Spike raised his eyebrow at her. "You’ve been staring at my head the entire time we’ve been walking. Do I have something tattooed on my head?"

Willow fixed her eyes ahead. "Well, yeah, you kinda do."

His eyebrow arched further. "Really now?"

"Yup. I-am-the-bad-ass-vamp-don’t-mess-with-me-no-not-even-you. Right there." Willow grinned, pointing.

The blonde shook his head. "Sometimes pet, you really scare me."

Willow gave him a sidelong smile. "At least we have some things in common."

Spike resisted a chuckle. "C’mon luv." He offered his hand, to lead her into the movie theatre.

"I’m glad we came." Willow murmured as they found their seats.

Spike grinned, and slid the dividing arm up between them. She settled close to him and smiled. A night alone with her was definitely in the ‘glad’ section. Right next to, ‘boxer rebellion’ and ‘pictures of the poof in the ‘70s’. <Definitely glad I came.>

****

Of course the next night, Spike couldn’t resist verbally disemboweling the Slayer. It was widely known that he loved to murder his opponents with his wit. It just slightly backfired on the Slayers best friend. Which was one reason he was on the phone attempting to apologize. He stumbled again and almost dropped the phone. He sighed. "I am...well luv, it was a great joke and..."

Willow giggled at Spike’s attempt at an apology.

"Bloody hell, pet, I don’t have to do this. I’m an evil demon."

"Wasn’t this the evil demon that was offering to style my hair for me?" She teased.

Spike growled. Sometimes the girl was truly dense at the true nature of vampires.< Style your hair my ass, it was an excuse to get nearer to your neck...> "Red." he murmured.

Willow recognized the tone in his voice and adjusted the phone. "I know."

Spike exhaled. "You don’t. That the problem. You don’t understand. Sure, you know that vamps bite, they feed. But you don’t know anything else besides how to kill them. You’re mortal Willow. Capable, but you don’t know anything.."

Willow took this in. "How exactly do I become knowledge-able then?" She hadn’t meant it in a smart-ass way, truly.

Spike shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. "No nice way."

"Spike." Her voice was commanding.

"Either you are turned, or abused by a vampire. This isn’t a discovery channel documentary pet. There is no undercover missions. It always involves pain."he explained.

"Because pain is..."

"Pain is like breath. Its a necessity at times. We don’t meditate. We rip heads off people. We don’t need porno ,we have whips." Spike chuckled.

Willow gasped. "Oh." Spike grinned, he could almost picture her sunrise face.

" But, back to our original conversation, I’m ....sorry.....", he choked, " calling the soddy slayer a bitch in front of you, even though you know she..."

"You’re forgiven." Willow’s smug voice interrupted.

"Bloody hell." Spike moaned.

Willow laughed. "I’ve got some studying to do."

Spike nodded, noting the setting sun. "Do you mind if I stop by later?"He asked casually, hoping that she really didn’t mind.

"Much later. I’m going to be awhile on these papers." Willow wanted to giggle. Ever the evil vamp, and he was so polite!!

"See you in a bit, pet."

"Bye." Willow replaced the phone, and grinned. She understood what Spike was, she of all people got the fact that he was a vampire. He fed off of humans. He killed. But what she didn’t understand was how he could so completely hate the rest of the Scooby Gang, or at least tolerate them, when he had such affection for her? She opened her balcony doors, letting the night breeze blow through. She had moved back off Campus when she discovered that her parents were going to be gone for two years, on assignment in Brazil. She didn’t want the house to be rented to strangers, so she had moved back. Her thoughts turned back to the blonde vampire. She had never felt so alive. She knew exactly what she was involved in, and a large rebellious part didn’t care. A lot of things were at odds, from Willow’s nature to Spikes. Yet when they were together, it all felt right. That’s all that mattered. Willow stepped outside, staring at the full moon, thinking briefly of Oz.

"What light from yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun!" A soft crooning voice called from beneath the balcony.

"Spike?" Willow asked. *Damn, he can move fast*

"Nay, gentle lady." A dark head popped over the railing.

"Angel!" Willow exclaimed.

"The one and only." The vampire said, hopping over the rail to stand next to the redhead.

"W-what are you doing here?"

Angel shrugged. "Came to check on Spike." He noted with a distracted air.

Willow knit her brows, something didn’t seem quite right. "He should be by later."

"Excellent. Would you show me how to access my e-mail from here?", He began bossily, and then looked back, apologetic, "thats if you don’t mind."

"Sure Angel, come on in." Willow shrugged off the odd feeling. She walked back inside, motioning.

Angel’s hands clasped her shoulders and his eyes flashed gold. "So kind and sweet little one." his voice growled.

Willow turned slowly. "Angelus." Her heart sank.

The vampire chuckled. "Always intelligent, though it took you a moment. A moment can cost you soo much my love."

She tried to take a step back, his fingers dug into her flesh. "How?" Willow asked, her eyes filling with tears.

Angelus rolled his eyes, releasing her to shut and lock the balcony doors. He looked up, grinning, pocketing the key. "Funny thing , this soul hopping. Is he Angel or Angelus?" The vampire straightened up, mocking a salute.

"Angel." He shouted. His face changed into a dangerous grin.

"Or Angelus." He sensuously whispered.

"But how did you loose your soul?" Willow asked, edging closer to her desk, and her cross.

"Remember Darla?" He asked.

Willow searched behind her back. "Mmmhhmm."

"Some dear friends of mine brought her back."

*Almost there..I know its..* "Must’ve been nice."

Angelus laughed. "Poor Angel boy went nearly insane when Darla invaded his dreams. He fucked her silly in his sleep, then drained her human form. I woke up the next morning." Willows fingers clasped around the holy object.

"Willow?" Angelus asked.

Willow met his eyes. "Yes?"

"You shouldn’t pick that up."

She regarded him. "W-why?"

He crossed to her quickly, grabbing the wrist that was holding the cross wrenching it behind her back. He pulled her other arm, her body flush against his. He grinned, yanking on the cross arm, pulling it further down her back. Willow whimpered in pain. "Because its not nice to try to hurt someone who you invited in." He growled.

Tears cascaded down Willow’s face. "W-what do you w-want with me Angelus?" She hissed in pain.

"Ohh.." His breath shivered down her neck. "Tears for me my little minx? Trading those salty drops for every drop of ecstasy that you could have, eh?" He scraped his fangs across her neck.

Willow trembled and cried out. Hot adrenaline was shooting through her system. She felt like a scared rabbit, heart racing so fast that she felt like she was going to fall. She shivered again. "Please...no." She moaned.

"Pleasing..oh Willow you have no thought of the pleasing I could do..." Angelus’s mouth found her pulse point, dipping his fangs into her flesh. She took a deep breath and let a scream issue from her terrified body. Angelus’s mouth covered her’s suffocating the shriek, forcing her breath back into her mouth. She choked, and Angelus leaned back, a grin on his face.

"I didn’t want you to scream just yet Willow...not yet."

He produced a knife from somewhere, tracing it up her face, letting the knife open up thin cuts along her throat, licking up the blood as it flowed. Willow’s legs gave out as the pain from the knife hit her. Angelus lifted her into his arms, a ravenous look in his eyes.

****

Spike rolled his eyes as the watcher continue to drone on and on. It was only because of Willow had he joined the Scooby Gang, and she wasn’t here, because of having to do schoolwork. Spike leaned back in his chair, lighting his smoke, ignoring the glare from the Watcher. A few more hours of research and bitching from the Slayer, and he could return to Willow. He grinned and thought about the way she spoke, smelled, cared...and the Watcher’s home faded.

****

Willow’s world began to fade. She felt Angelus enter her roughly, tearing at the soft flesh of her vagina, plunging his invading cock again and again, laughing as he felt blood mix with his semen. Salty tears hit the torn flesh of her eye, cheek, and lips. She coughed up blood as Angelus slid from her.

"Warm and wet for me my little one?" He crowed, his fingers taking up his vacated spot. He licked the blood from them clean, slowly smiling. He picked up the knife again, leaning over her, looking over her bare body for a place that he hadn’t made into his own personal carving area.

"N-n..please no." Willow moaned again.

Angelus raised himself up slightly, grinning. "No?" The knife point came close to her cheek, and delicately, with flicks of his wrist, her pale flesh peeled back. Blood found its way to the hollow of Willow’s throat, and once again, she felt light headed. "There...‘no’..right there on your cheek." Angelus slapped the newly carved area, forcing Willows head to snap back.

She moaned. *Goddess...please.*

"If that says no..then this side must say...." With the concentration of Leonardo Di Vinci, Angelus sliced a cursive ‘Yes’ into Willow’s other cheek. "There Willow...shall it be yes...or no?" The demon’s face mocked her friends kindness, and Willow closed her eyes. SLAP.

"YES?" or "NO?" Angelus slapped her face back and forth, realizing that the girl had succumbed, and was unconscious. Angelus leaned over her bitten throat, contemplating her as a vampire. She would be amazing, all power and grace, a hatred of him for sure. He took her kindness away by the point of a knife. The vampire chuckled, and leaned down for the final kill. His instincts buzzed. Pausing, Angelus cursed. His childe Spike. He looked at the dying red head and knew her time was short. Spike had a fondness for the little witch, and Angelus knew that watching her die would undo his childe. Slipping into his clothes, Angelus kissed Willow’s forehead.

"Into hell I shall follow thee." He murmured, slipping out of the room.

****

"Well see here Red, I was thinking...we’ll go on a date...no..no." Spike paused nearing her house, something feeling terribly wrong.

The wind blew sharply, and he could smell it. Blood. In large quantities, and it was Willow’s. He tore off at a run, throwing aside underlings who were circling about, knowing that when the barrier fell, that it would be a feast inside. Spike didn’t need to wait for the occupant to die, he had a invitation. Jumping up the balcony , he tripped across the threshold and into chaos.

Blood was everywhere. It covered the walls, the furniture. It had been used to create pictures, words upon the wallpaper, sick promises painted everywhere. A soft moan, and Spike wanted to turn away and gag. She lay in her own bed, red soaked everywhere about her, tossed, like an old broken porcelain doll, her body carved into, pictures, poetry, even a greeting of ‘hello buffy’. Her face was mangled, only the flowing redness of her hair was left untouched. Spike growled, moving to take her into his arms.

"Willow." He murmured. Angelus’s scent was everywhere. On her, in her, his marks, his words, all over Spike’s Red Mistress.

"Spike." Willow gurgled.

"Shh...it will be allright. You look radiant."

"Promise." She rasped.

"Anything love." Spike choked. Anger was welling everywhere inside of him, a souled, or un souled vampire would die slowly.

"Turn me." Shocked, Spike gripped her tighter.

"What?"

"Turn me. Angelus...must be repaid. Turn me. Soul after he is dead."

She was fading fast, her heartbeat slowing. The demon inside Spike roared to full force, rejoicing in the promises of a mate, and suffering of all who harmed, or attempted to harm her.

"You shall have your revenge."

Sliding his teeth into her neck, he drank what life force remained in her, tilting her head back, he urged her to feed from a cut on his chest. She fed, eagerly, with determination and hatred. Falling back, the last breath escaped her lips, and Willow Rosenburg was dead.

****

Spike laid her down on his bed, brushing her long red tresses out on the silken pillow. Her abrasions had already faded, her eyes were still closed...she hadn’t stirred yet. That fact worried him slightly, but he knew that his Will was a strong one. A throaty growl captured his attention. She was leaning against the mattress looking for all like a cat intent on its prey. Spike resisted the urge to hold her, stroke her as he would have to the human Willow. This was a demon now, a vampire, his childe, and he was her Master.

"‘Ello Luv." He growled.

" Spike." She met his gaze, growling, refusing to give in to the primal urges that stoked her body, ignored the blood lust, concentrating solely on her goal. Her Sire, she wanted his strength. NOW.

" You remember everything?" He asked casually, grinding his smoke beneath his boot.

"I’m dead Spike, not an amnesia patient. Of course I remember everything."She snipped snootily.

In two steps the Big Bad had her by her hair, growling against her throat. "Watch your tone childe."

"Why should I when I know this is the way you like it? Insolent, mischievous, something to control, dominate?" She purred, rubbing sinuously against his body.

Spike gritted his teeth. Damn she was still as intelligent as ever, the demon seemed to do nothing but sharpen her skills. He threw her back on the bed, straddling her. "Fine. You want it that way? I’ll accommodate."

"I was hoping you would." She growled, rolling on top of him, quickly divesting him of his clothing, the duster hitting the floor first, followed by his pants, boots, shirt....she had been naked from Angelus’s attack, and had never been redressed.

Spike flipped her onto her back, restraining her hands above her head with a chain, rubbing his fingers down her body.

"Spike." Willow murmured with urgency.

"Red." He purred patiently, his lips millimeters from her skin.

"Make me burn." She hissed, arching into him, pushing her hips to come into contact with his erect member.

"Burn baby? I’ll fuckin incinerate ya." The big bad thrust into her sharply, driving all the way until he hit her cervix.

Willow grunted, the pleasure/pain of the movement causing her to thrust up for more. "That all ya got?" She hissed.

Spike resisted laughing. This was too fucking great. He had a mate that wanted it hard, wanted it fast, and was willing to risk punishment to get what she wanted.

"Never baby...I’ve always got more." He purred, sliding out and back in again. He ran a hand savagely up her body, twisting her nipples till they bruised beneath this touch, then twisted his fingers in her hair, wrenching her head back, forcing her into submission.

Willow screamed, the pain, the pleasure she was so close..."Spike..." She growled.

Her master grinned, and slowed his thrusts immediately.

Willow’s eyes snapped open. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She hissed.

Spike backhanded her, slowing even more. "Beg me." He said smartly.

Willow hissed. "No."

Spike grinned, shrugging. He continued his slow shallow thrusts, letting on of his hands go between them, stroking himself as he slid in and out of her sopping wetness.

Willow squirmed. She could feel his fingers so close, and he was stroking himself....she growled. His moans of pleasure grew louder, as she felt him brush her clit on ‘accident’ again.

"Spike...." She moaned, twisting.

"Tell me pet, beg me...and I’ll let you have it...Tell me what I want to hear." He grinned, forget the beatings, the burning of holy water, add some sweet sex and slowness and he would get obedience from his redheaded child in no time.

"FUCK ME PLEASE!"

Spike chuckled, immediately slamming back into her, ravaging her body in the way that she wanted. As he felt her muscles beginning to tighten, he twisted her clit sharply, eliciting a scream from his mate.

"Spike!" She screamed.

Her master sunk his teeth into her neck, drawing her blood into him as his body exploded in ecstasy.

He nursed at her neck for a moment, before lifting off of her slightly.

"Mine." Spike stated.

Willow purred, looking up at him with sated green eyes. "Yours." She murmured, pulling him back down to suckle.

****