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Chapter Three

The Big Bad had been back for one week, one long horribly pathetic week. It all started with that joke of a celebration night out. They had gone out to eat, not that he could, then they proceded to a nearby night club. Where he got the pleasure of table sitting while the rest went and danced the night away.Even that putz Wesley danced, which by all laws should have been prohibited.

One week of having to avoid leather, and sticking to the drab wardrobe that Angie seemed to be addicited to. Black was a great color, but so was red, purples and blues. The soul must have debilitated all his fashion scense.

One week of having to paly the hero, saving the damned innocents that he hungered to hunt and kill. Having them get all weepy, sobbing on his shoulder with gradittude. It was rather sickening. What was even worse was the Wesley was now in charge of Angel Investigations, and the idiot could barely tie his own shoes without debating for an hour wether he should put the laces right over left, or left over right.

He had had a few close calls. Like the night he went to "patrol" he had fed on two unsuspecting females and was stalking his third when he ran into Wes and Gunn. After a few uncomfortable moments wondering if the two had seen him feeding, he was relieved that they were still as clueless as ever. Then the other day Cordy had been cleaning out the fridge, like she *ever* did that before, and noticed that his bag blood suply hadn't been touched. It had taken some quick thinking and an outragous lie to get him through that.

Now with Willow planning on leaving in the morning it was time to put the plan into motion. This time there was no way he was going to fail, it was all too easy.
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"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" Cordy was sitting on the guest bed watching Willow pack her bags. She really didn't want Willow to leave, it had been too nice having another female around. "Can't you stay a few more days?" <Or weeks, perhaps months.>

"I wish that I could, but school will be starting soon." Willow answered sadly. She was going to miss Cordy and Angel. Being in LA gave made her feel more grown up, and in control of her life. She was able to break out of her mold here and be the person she had grown into. Not the person she was expected to be by her friends in Sunnyhell.

"Well at least we have tonight." Cordy scooted off the bed, soothing down her dress. "Angel should be here any minute." Willow nodded absontlty and shoved the last of her things into the overpacked duffle bag.

"Where is he taking us?" Out of all the people she was going to miss the most Angel was number one on her list, followed closely by Cordelia.

"He wouldn't say. But he did say that he wanted to talk to us before we met Wesley and Gunn." <Maybe he can convince Willow to stay. She could always transfer to UCLA.>

The sound of the front door opening and closing signaled Angel's presence, and both girls hurried from the guest room to greet the vampire. He was sitting on the couch, flipping through one of Codry's fashion magazines. Both girls stopped in their tracks, mouths wide open.

"What?" Angelus looked up to see the girls staring at him as though he had grown a third head. Looking down at the object in his hand he realized his slip. Angel would *never* read a fashion magazine. Tossing it to the coffe table he stood and took in the sight before him. The girls were dressed to kill, showing enough skin to make any hormonal male cum at the sight. Cordy had on a burgandy silk sheeth hugging all the right spots, and making it quit obvious that she didn't have a bra on underneath. Her hair was piled on top of her head, fat ringletts brushing her shoulders.

Willow was a little more subtle, but on her it was a turn on. She had on a light green lose flowing top, with matching wrap skirt. She was the picture of youth and innocence, two things that Angelus fed off of. Yes these two were perfect. He would shape and mold them into his best creations, and if they lived up to his expectations he might one day turn them, to have the two females at his side for eternity.

"You wanted to talk." Willow shifted unconsiously under Angel's gaze.

"Yes, I have been thinking." Angelus sat back down on the couch, waiting for the two girls to follow his lead. After they had seated themselves he continued. "It's about what we were talking about the other night."

"Giving me a raise?" Cordy smiled.

"No. About how it would be if Angelus gave Wolfram and Hart a little taste of what it would be like to have him around." Both girls sat speechless. Staring at him, not sure what to say. "Out of all the other plans we have come up with to rid ourselves of Wolfram and Hart it seems to be the easiest and the best."

"I don't get it I thought you hated the idea, not that its was an idea just talk." Willow words were spoken hesitently, but the excitment in her eyes showed that she liked the plan, and watned to be a part of it.

"No, I didn't like the idea of getting the two of you involved." Both girls were getting ready to protest, Angelus held back a smirk. This was too easy. Holding up his hands to stop them from speaking and continued on. "But after some thought it's not a bad idea. Having the two of you there may prove benificial. While I have their attention the two of you can find out about some of the behind the scenes information."

Both girls had grins plastered on their faces, excited about where the conversation was leading. For one it meant Willow staying in LA a little longer. Two, they would be important parts in the plan. Not their usual behind the scenes involvment, but the in your face kind.

"So you're going to let us be your pets?" Cordy sat impatiently waiting for Angel's answer.

<Let you? Little girl like you're going to have a choice.> "Yes, on one condition. You do everything I tell you, no questions asked, no debating. It's all or nothing. I don't want you two in any more danger then you have to be. And if any one for one second questions that either of you are truly my pets the game is over and it could get us all killed. Do I make myself clear?" Angelus was having a hard time containing the laughter bubbling inside his chest.

Both girls agreed seriously, vowing to be the best Pets that Angelus would ever dream of. He felt his cock harden at their innocence.

Trying to lighten the mood Angelus stood and offered both girls a hand. "I promised a night out, so lets get going." One more night of table patrol and it would be over. He would be free to be himself, and oh the fun he was going to have.