Willow's POV
I had the dream everynight. No. I had the nightmare every night. The same memory. I was terrified. Angel's grip on me was tight and I couldn't breathe very well. Worse than that though, was his erection poking into my back, so hard that I was trying to move away from it in discomfort more than I was thinking about the tight fist around my throat, pinching my skin.
"Well, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends." Angel told Buffy. No...not Angel anymore. It was Angelus. And his voice was hard and cold.
I felt my lip trembling but I didn't want to cry. His grip tightened on my neck more and I yelped in pain. I wasn't paying much attention to them for a few moments. The terror ripping through my body had me shaking uncontrollably and I couldn't pay attention.
Remember your training! I was telling myself. I was frustrated. Angel had driven that into me. You have to act. You can't just freeze up. But this was different. This man...this demon...he was Angel. Or he was a part of Angel. The animalistic, hateful, and cruel part. But a part nonetheless.
I just couldn't. I couldn't hurt him. I mean, I could probably, if I tried. But I felt like I couldn't move, and even if I could, I don't think I'd have the heart to do any permanent damage.
"Leave Willow alone, and deal with me." Buffy demanded.
Angel's hips bucked slightly and his erection pressed tighter against the small of my back. "But she's so cute." He pinched my cheek and I tried to turn away. "And helpless. Really a turn on." He wrapped his second arm around my waist and pulled me back harder against him for emphasis. I gulped. "And those strawberries." he groaned, rubbing his nose against my neck. His tongue darted out to touch my skin and I yelped in surprise and fear.
And then I was falling, landing on Xander and Angel...uh, Angelus, was backing away. He whispered a threat to Buffy and then left the school. And me, Xander, Buffy, and Mrs. Calendar were left in the hall. All of us terrified and all of us staring at the door he'd just used to waltz away.
I usually wake up from it in a cold sweat, but this time, I'm not sleeping. I'm standing in the mall, where Buffy just shot the Judge with a freaking rocket launcher thing and he completely exploded. Dru and Angelus took off and Buffy went in pursuit. And then I look over, and there he is. Staring at me with this intense, hungry gaze.
The sprinklers start up and I look down at the overly-ruffly white blouse I'm wearing that just went from being ridiculously cute and childish to wet-tee-shirt contest. Angelus smirks and all those images run through my head. The man terrifies me more than anything we've ever faced. And I guess it's because he knows me personally.
I mean, not too personally. But he'd been in my home. He dated my best friend. He knew my name and habits, even if we didn't talk much before, it was too much. Even him knowing the combat skills I know and how to avoid them. What I look like in workout clothes and the fact that I love to meditate. I don't want him knowing those personal things about me.
He slips into game face right there and I cringe back, covering my breasts by crossing my arms over my chest. And then he's running again, because Buffy obviously caught up with him.