Part 8: Prophecies
Willow had just spent the past four hours n a state of pure bliss and was sure that she wouldn't be able to move for quite a while.
"Feel good pet?" Spike asked smugly.
Willow stretched like a cat. "Yep. I fell great. What about you two?" She asked with a smirk of her own.
"The best." Spike said. "What about you Angelus?"
"Never better." He said contently smoking a cigarette.
Willow frowned. She really hated the smell of cigarettes, they made her fell sick. "Do you have to do that Angelus?"
"Does it bother you?" He asked turning towards her.
By the look in his eyes Willow was afraid to answer the question. "Yeah, but as long as you don't blow the smoke in my face the I'll be happy."
Contrary to what Willow had just said, Angelus blew the smoke in her face anyway. "Too bad, I'll do what I like." Willow who was in a fit of coughs at the time couldn't say anything.
"Angelus," Spike warned. "It wouldn't be that difficult for you to do what she wants, you know."
"I know, but that's not what I want to do so I'm not going to do it."
Willow shook her head discussed and moved to get out of the bed. Once again she found her way blocked. "Where do you think you're going?" Angelus growled at her.
"I'm hungry." Willow said. As if to prove her point her stomach growled. "Is there any food in this hellhole?"
"Be careful pet." Spike warned. "This 'hellhole' is now your home."
"Whatever." Willow said. "I'm hungry."
"Se gets angry when she's hungry peaches." Spike explained to Angelus. "It's kind of funny after a little while."
"I'm sure it is." Angelus said amused. His angry at Willow telling him what to do had long gone. "Come on then, wouldn't want you to starve to death, you'd be of no use to us then."
"Yes we can't have." Willow said sarcastically to herself, but Angelus heard her anyway and he chuckled.
"Let's go pet." Spike said picking her up and running through the mansion into the kitchen. "Is there anything you fancy pet? I'll cook for you."
"You can cook?" Willow asked in surprise.
"Why does it sound like suck a shock to you?" Spike asked with fake hurt. "I was a bloody good cook in my day. Was thinking of opening my own restaurant too, that was before Dru turned me though."
"Can I have pancakes?" Willow asked hesitantly.
Spike shuffled around in the cupboards and nodded. "I think that can be arranged. Peaches, do you want some too?"
Willow turned around in surprise; she hadn't even heard Angelus come in after them. She would have to be more attentive if she wanted to ever get out of here.
"No Spike I don't want any pancakes. There's better food already on the table."
"She's not on the table Angelus." Spike explained patiently. "She's sitting on a chair."
"Not for much longer." Angelus said lifting Willow up and placing her on the table. He spread her legs and stepped between them kissing her neck. "See, this is the best food you can get."
Willow felt him go into his game face as he continued to kiss her neck. "Angelus! What are you doing?"
"Breakfast." He growled and sank his fangs into her neck. Willow screamed even though it didn't hurt that much. She sighed and leaned her head back; giving in to Angelus. He pulled back sooner than she thought but it was because he was letting Spike have a turn. "See Spike?" He said while Spike was still feeding. "That's better than anything that you'll ever make."
"You're right Sire." Spike said pulling away. He kissed Willow letting her taste her own blood and went back to making her breakfast.
Willow shook her head a bit dazed and Spike and Angelus just smirked at her. "What are we going to do about Buffy? I mean, she's not exactly the type not to notice that I have bite marks on my neck."
Angelus was pleased that she had said 'we', it made him smile. "Nothing. Not for a while anyway. I've told Giles that Spike and I have taken you away to protect you."
"Protect me form what?" Willow asked sarcastically. Thinking that she needed protection from them.
"From the prophecy that we found about all witches being hunted down." Angelus said.
"What?" Willow gasped.