Disclaimer: Still don't own any of the characters in this story : (
Authors Note: There is rape in this chapter, so if you're not into that type of stuff, well you've been warned. There is also a character death.
Two bodies fell in the door and Willow scambled around and grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her. ONe body began to stir and it wasn't the one covered in hair. She grabbed the lamp from the bed side table and began to creep toward the bodies but suddenly was jerked back by the cord that was still plugged into the wall. 'Not like the movies.' She thought and pulled it sharply. The wire came out of the lamp with a 'zap' noise and Willow almost dropped the lamp. She let out a silent sigh and began to creep toward the bodies again. "Bloody hell." She heard in a british accent and her hand shook. She got close enough and raised the lamp above her head forgetting the blanket. She blonde man stood and looked at her. Dazaling blue eyes met with sparkling green ones. The blue then moved to slowly sweep her body. she looked down and blushed. The blanket sat in a pool around her feet and she stood naked before this man she had never seen before. Remembering why her arms were raised above her head she brought the lamp down upon to blonde mans head. It crashed and he looked up at her. "Bloody Americans." He said and grabber her by the throat. Her hands went to his hand and tried to pull it off. She gasped for air as his hand closed tighter on her throat. He watched his eyes travel her body again and she blushed again. "See you blush all over." She heard his husky voice say. Oz spoke in that tone when he was trying to get her to sleep with him. She blushed a deeper color. The thought of Oz made her eyes travel down the mans body. He was slightly muscular, tall, he wore and black muscle-t and a pair of black pants. She could see the buldge. Which made her blush even deeper. She finally reached his black boots and she looked at the body of Oz. He no longer was covered in hair and his chest no longer rose and fell with breath. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Gathering all the strength she could, which wasn't much, cause she couldn't beath, and litfed her knee into the mans groin. His hand released her throat and intsead of him just falling to the ground like Cordelia had told her the man would he back-handed her and she fell to the ground. Spike grabbed his groin with one hand and covered his stomach with the other. 'You'd think being dead would stop the sick feeling of being kneed in the balls. But it doesn't.' The thought. Soon the pain passed enough and he walked over to her. He lifted her from the ground and threw her to the bed. She screamed as she flew through the air and squealed when she landed on the matress. He stalked over to the bed and grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the matress. He grabbed her thraot and pulled her up so her face was inches from his. She was shaking and she was crying. "Stop crying." He said forcefully. She took in a shuddering breath to try and stop the hears but it only incouraged them. More tears rlloed down her cheeks and faster.
"I said: STOP CRYING!" He yelled and she pulled back from him but he held her in place. Then when she didn't stop he used a line that his mother had used on his all the time when he wouldn't stop crying as a boy. "Fine, you won't stop, I'll give you something to cry about." He told her and pushed her back on the bed. She heard the sound of his zipper and started to crawl back on the bed and get away from him but he grabbed her ankel when she was almost all the way away from him and pulled her back. "No, no, please." She begged while tears rolled down her face faster and the tears seemed to be thicker. He slipped a hand under her and lifted her and pushed her more onto the bed. He climbed on the bed leaving his pants and boots on the floor. "No, no, please." She begged again. The smell of fear that was rolling off from her was making him harder. She pushe at his chest but he still entered her with force and she felt herself rip. Oz wasn't that big. SHe screamed out in pain as he moved inside of her. She pushed at him and thrashed around trying to get him off. "No, no please, stop." She was saying over and over. He soon found himself on the track to his orgasm and he thrust harder and she screamed at him to leave her alone. Finally his orgasm hit and he spilled his cold seed into her warm womb. He pulled out and stood next to the bed putting his clothing back on. Willow curled up in a ball. Spike felt the soft human side of him come out and he grabbed the blankets that had been left on the floor from where she hit him over the head with the lamp and dragged them over to the bed. He lifted them up ready to put them on her and she flinched. He sighed and threw the blanket on the bed and it covered her. He walked out of the room, not bothering to pull the body out of the room.
Willow woke up with a pounding in her head. She detangled herself from her blankets and slid from the bed. Her hands were massaging her head and her eyes were closed so she didn't see the body that still lay in front of the door and she tripped over it. She lay sprawled on the floor grumbling to herself. She rolled onto her back and sat up. She let out a horrified scream when she saw what she had tripped over. She dove onto Oz and burried her face in his cold chest. She sobbed and clutched at his shirt that was no longer heated by his body. Thoughts and pains of the night before came back to her and she shifted her position to stop the pressure on her lower region. Tears slid down her face, she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees as she cried.
Willow walked down the stairs stiffly ans walked through the greeting room to the kitchen and to the door right beside the fridge. She turned and looked directly behind her to the opening of the kitchen. She took a deep breath and opnened the door to the basement. She took the first step on shaky legs, wondering if she were crazy and if she should go back. Then she gathered up her courage and walked down the stairs with confidence. The door at the bottom of the steps was closed. She opened it and walked into the basement. She expected the basement to be, well a 'basement'. There was a hall and rooms on either side of the hall. All the doors were open but one. 'The opening of the doors must mean there is no one in the room.' She thought. She walked about halfway down the hall and to the door. She moved her hand to the back of her pants and pulled out theknife that she hadretrieved from the kitchen, in one of the drawers. She took a deep nreath and turned the knob and pushed open the door.