Sooooo I know how frustrating unfinished fics can be. This one being loooong dormant And I feel bad not having finished this, but I also don't have the energy to flesh it out like the previous chapters.

Chapter 9

Xander confronts Willow privately about her whole deal with Jesse. He seems almost like his human self, certainly nowhere close to his persona when he turned her. He's sheepish and defensive "come on Will, you can't be serious." In a weak and human sort of way, as he gently runs a finger down her arm.

Willow watches him with coy disinterest, a frown and an arched eyebrow. Without a chance for her to react, Jesse rounds the corner and stops short when he sees the two of them. Fire in Xander's eyes and a glint in Willow's eyes, Jesse asks "what's going on here?"

Will's eyes dart back and forth between them and she smirks. In a flourish she cries aloud with excessive emphasis "We can't Xander! We can't! We have to stop this now!"

Jesse's face scrunches up. "Stop what?! What's going on?" He looks back and forth, seeing Willow look at Xander with wide doe eyes. "I KNEW IT!" He rushes over and traps Xander in a headlock. The two struggled wildly. Willow smiles big and takes a few steps back to give them some room.

"Now, this. This is fun" she mutters to herself. She cuts into her hand with a fingernail and licks the blood off, settling into her role as spectator.

The fight started as typical high school scuffle, but quickly got more violent. Whoever got the upper hand in the fight, Willow would say his name with a great sound of relief, giving the losing one the gusto to fight back harder again. This went back and forth, both oblivious to Willow's game. A few other vamps joined the audience, laughing and cheering.

The two boys kept yelling things at each other like "How dare you?!" "You can't have her!" "She's mine!" and whatnot, until Xander yelled at the top of his lungs "I SIRED HER!" Everything quieted down in an instant, and Xander managed to scramble out of Jesse's grasp, in time to see the Master standing in the crowd around them, flanked by two guards.

"You, Xander? You sired Willow?" He asked, looking down on him with red eyes.

Xander slumped to his knees and bowed his head. Jesse smirked, and then backed away to disappear into the crowd.

"Xander?" Willow gasped in an airy, mock surprise "it was you?!" hand over her mouth, and expression like that of an actor in a silent movie.

"Come here my child," the Master gestured to her, and she joined his side, and placed a fatherly hand on her shoulder. "Was it you Xander?"

"Yes—sir" he said into the ground.

"Your friend, he covered for you, but you are the one who lied to me, who disobeyed me. This can not go unpunished."

"Punish?" Willow asked in an airy childlike voice, as she fingered strands of her hair.

"Yes, punish, my dear." He smiled at her.

"Can I? Can I, please?"

"Well! Such initiative in the youngest of us all." He announced happily to the room of his followers. "You may have the honor."

Two vampires dragged an unstruggling Xander to one of the cells.

Once settled in, and locked inside, Willow forcefully sat on Xander's stomach, and straddled him. Xander wasn't sure what to feel, in one way, Willow was sitting on him, but in another, she was about to torture him. He'd never been tortured, or had he? His human life was like a dream to him, hard to remember what was real and what wasn't.

Willow leaned over Xander, taking in his scent, and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Time to play" she said in a sing song way as she slowly pulled a box of matches out of her cleavage. For a second Xander forgot his position and was incredibly turned by her in that moment. "Ah ah ah" she said, wagging her finger at him. "Someone looks a little too happy." She scolded.

She struck a match and slowly lowered it to his skin, first touching it gently, then pressing it harder into him, so it burned a while before the flame went out.

"GHHH" He held in a scream, but couldn't keep sound from escaping his lips.

"That's better" she said with a smile, arching an eyebrow. "Hmm, how many matches are in here?" she examined the box slowly as if she were counting them all. "Hm not enough. Not even close." There were at least fifty in there.

For a while, the guards down the hall heard intermittent yells and gasps, and chokes echoing throughoutl. Numerous burns dotted Xander's skin.

"MORE, I need more!" she commanded them. "Until they deliver I guess I'll need to find a new game" Xander's breaths were heavy. She slinked down his body, rubbing against his groin, eliciting a groan out of him. "That's not the right sound," She said with a pouty lip. She lightly traced her fingertips up the inside of his thigh. He shuddered, and a moan slipped out. "Bad. You're not supposed to be enjoying this."

"Can't help it" he said in a grimace.

"Let's see," she leaned in close to his thigh and then bit down hard into the most sensitive part.

"NHAAAAAA" an involuntary yell escaped his lips as he gritted his teeth and clenched his muscles to resist the pain.

As she started drinking from him, the initial intense pain subsided, as she sucked down a gulp of blood, he gasped before letting out an involuntary moan. He wanted more.

"Here you go miss" A vampire was at the bars and holding four more boxes of matches out to her.

"Goodee" she grinned and took them from him without getting up. She shimmied back up Xander's body until she was on his stomach again.

She struck a match and held it right in front of Xander's eye.

"Where should this one go?" she asked in a curious voice. She hovered it all over his body, just above the skin. He gasped whenever it got too close. Still holding the match aloft, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He only had a second to try to reciprocate before she quickly sat up and pushed the flame against to his lips.

"GAHHHH"

"hmmmmm" she smiled wide.

Next Willow started sucking on his neck, no biting. Just as he groaned, she quickly released him and struck a match to burn him there, earning a yelp out of him.

"That was a new sound" she drawled.

It continued like this, her getting the briefest pleasurable reaction out of him, before burning him in each spot. Sometimes she would simply light a match and balance it on his skin, watching him wince at the burns, and she'd count to see how long it'd stay lit.

Xander was torn as to whether he wanted it to go on forever or to end immediately at each new pain. In between the unbearable pain he got an instant of what he craved from her, but he paid for each instant with prolonged agony. It went on long enough that he stopped thinking thoughts.

A couple hours of this cycle of actions, of Willow finding new places she hadn't burned yet, and they finally had an interruption.

"Hey!" Jesse yelled, coming up to the bars. He had come to find Willow and was surprised when he learned she was still with Xander. She had gone more than 2 hours over what the Master asked for.

"Hiiiii" Willow said with a sly smile, holding a new lit match aloft, but turning to look at Jesse.

"You're done. You were done a long time ago. What are you still doing?" He said.

"It was so much fun I didn't want to stop. Are you making me stop?" she made a sad face. Xander couldn't help but grin at Jesse's frustrated expression.

Jesse happened to glance down at Xander and caught the smile. His frustration turned into an unhappy sneer.

"Enough. Come on." He grabbed the keys from a nearby guard and unlocked the door.

"But—but" She stuck her bottom lip out. Jesse didn't listen and pulled her up and steered her away.

Xander watched, and just before she was out of sight, she looked back at him and smiled. He wasn't sure what that smile meant. Was it "Ha, I just had my fun with you, I'll never touch you again"? or was it "Just you wait. We're not done"? or what? He couldn't tell if it was good or bad for him, but it made his insides feel twisted up.

It didn't take long for all the burns to heal, but Xander could still remember the pain as if it was still happening. The pain was always worse when he caught sight of Willow all over Jesse. Like a thousand tiny burns, it was maddening.

The Master had new orders for everybody. A certain individual was leading an uprising of a small faction of humans. He'd killed many vampires, and already once successfully halted the construction of the blood factory. It would be months before its completion.

Willow asked the question Xander was wondering: "Who's this person?"

"I'm sad to say," the Master began "that he is one of our own. He goes by the name Angelus, and a long time ago he was the most vicious of creatures. Now it seems to be his mission to ensure our failure. He must be stopped."

"Bad boy." She muttered.

"Yes, that's right. Now I want you to stop him before he causes any more damage. If we're not careful he'll manage to free more of our food supply. Now, Jesse, I want you to take the first group through the sewers to the North. You will attack him directly."

"Understood." Jesse said, swelling with pride, at being chosen.

"Xander!" the Master turned to him. "You will take the second group through the Eastbound tunnels and cut them off while they try to escape."

Jesse deflated a little at this assignment. Xander was too young to be put in charge. Why did the Master make this choice? Especially since he had just disobeyed orders.

To Be Continued...

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