Chapter 7 "Wicked Painful"
"Stop...please stop." Xander whimpered uncontrollably. For the past hour Spike
had been cutting him all over his body with a knife, and now Xander was
beyond pain.
"Why?" Spike asked casually, continuing to cut lines and shapes into
Xander's lower back. "Does it hurt you, you ninny?" Spike laughed.
"Yes." Xander barely manages to get out. He hates himself for being so weak.
Maybe Angelus was right, he was worthless.
"Okay then." Spike says, plunging the knife into Xander's shoulder blade.
Xander screams in pain, and then Angelus walks back into the room, a huge
smile on his face. "That looks wicked painful Xan." Angelus says in his
friendly tone.
"Screw you." Xander says through clenched teeth.
"Now, now, is that anyway to treat a friend?" Angelus whispers into Xander's
ear.
"You are not...my friend." Xander says slowly, emphasizing the word 'not.'
Willow watches from her chair, shocked at the cruelty Spike has exhibited
over the past hour. She can see all of the blood, and scarred skin from her
position, and she cries for Xander. She can't take it anymore, and suddenly
has the urge to speak, as Angelus gets a whip off of the wall and walks
languidly towards Xander.
"Stop it." Willow says with as much will power as she can muster.
"Stop it?" Angelus asks laughing. "Why, when I'm having so much fun."
"Please. I'll do anything. Just don't kill him." she pleads.
"I suppose you want to be all noble and heroic and have us kill you in his
place." Spike asks unbelievably.
"If that's what it takes." Willow whispers.
"Well..." Angelus trails off his sentence. "I guess we could stop." Willow
lets out a breath she had been holding, just in time to see Angelus bring
the whip down on Xander's back. "Later." Angelus finishes.
"Why are you doing this you bastard?" Willow asks so angry at the unfairness
of everything, that she actually curses.
"Oh, such naughty language for such a good little girl." Drusilla whispers
from her corner.
"Because it's oh so fun Wil." Angelus laughs.
"I know a part of Angel is still inside of you, and he won't let you follow
through with all of this." Willow says defiantly.
"You're starting to sound like Buff now, Wil. She said the same things when I
first came back. But I've always been here baby, just below the surface.
Angel is too weak to be around when I'm here." Angelus says not angrily but
agitatedly, walking over to Willow and caressing her face.
"He doesn't understand passion like I do." Angelus continues, forcing his
mouth down on Willows'.
Willow tries to push him away at first, but can't. She can see Xander's
face, watching them, with something rivaling hatred in his eyes. That look
makes Willow furious with him, because she feels as though it is directed
towards her, even though she knows it's not. The anger she feels fuels her
to kiss Angelus back, and she can feel his shock, at her compliance.
She finally realizes what she is doing, but oddly, she doesn't care anymore.
Her untied arms come up around Angelus' neck, and she brings him closer to
her.
Angelus pushes away from her, and she is brought back down to her body, and
the situation, and tears fall down her cheeks for the first time since her
boyfriends death.
"Naughty vixen." Spike's voice comes from the doorway as he enters the room.
"What would Oz think of that?" He continues coming to stand in front of
Willow, holding Oz's dead body. "Looky what I found under your porch Red. I
wonder what your friends would have thought if they had found him..." Spike
sits Oz down in a chair across the room, in Willow's line of sight. In that
moment Willow hates them all more than she ever thought she could hate
anyone. But the person she truly hates, is herself.
TBC...