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Chapter 5
As the seals over her eyes were split, very little light entered her vision. Silently, Willow thought perhaps she may even be blind but as she widened her view, she clearly saw that she was draped in a mist of soft light and harsh darkness. The fact that she still felt a bit dizzy was factored into the fact that she couldn't clearly recognize her surroundings. This inability to be alert caused an immense fear that drenched her veins and made the fine hairs on her arms stand tall. Willow glanced at the side table beside her and saw a lamp and switched it on. Suddenly the room was filled with the brightness that could only help Willow. She critically looked around and saw that it was the same crimson room she had entered before her chase with Angelus. Angelus! She had completely forgotten about the demonic vampire.
With fewer struggles, Willow quickly got out of the large bed and made her way to the nearby door. It was locked. Feeling frustrated, Willow jiggled the knob until she decided it was time to use some of her trusty magic skills. Chanting a few words, the door flung open and Willow made her way towards the hall when all of a sudden she was blocked. She had slammed into an invisible barrier that kept her prisoner and was sent tumbling to the ground. Her freedom was so close and yet so distant. Willow made a frantic fist and slammed it to the floor while her mind raced to find the cure to her problem. One incantation after another only led to more disheartening conclusions. She was trapped. Willow had no way of getting out. There were no windows, no nothing. Feeling anger seep into her blood, Willow walked up to the door and slammed in to it with all of her might, which wasn't much because of the recent visit to unconsciousness. Thumping the door shut in frustration, she then sank to the floor beside the overly large bed and began to sob in exhaustion mixed with fear.
Suddenly the door swung open to reveal Angelus leaning against the frame with a smug expression that held nothing good. "Broken already? What a pity. And here I thought Dru would have a positive role model for sanity. I guess I was wrong." he spoke with obvious sarcasm but which fell on deaf ears. Realizing Willow's disregard for him, Angelus strolled towards her and gently kneeled down to question, "Now what's the matter, Willow?" he spoke with false concern.
Unable to keep reign over her emotions, Willow cried out, "There's a barrier. It won't let me leave! If you let me go, I promise I won't ever bother you again or try to re-soul you!". Angelus slowly brought his finger up to her tender cheek and stroked away a tear before gripping her chin to face him. He calmingly spoke, "Poor witch. Already making promises you can't keep.", as he began to stroke the tendrils of her scarlet coloured hair. "You have so much power. Can't you feel it? It runs through your veins and even I feel its effects. Once we finalize this bond that you've initiated, then everything will come full circle." Angelus cryptically spoke.
Feeling tired of games, Willow finally questioned, "You're not making ANY sense! Why am I here? ". Angelus then began his explanation knowing that the conversation was inevitable, "Well, let's start with you restoring that wretched soul of mine. Did you read the fine print of that spell?", not giving her a chance to answer, he continued, "No. Well.let me give you the cliff notes. It says that the performer of the spell will forever be bonded to not only the soul but the demon also. This bond is a connection that grows stronger when we're apart. I feel what you feel, Willow. I can feel your fear and your curiosity but, more enchanting, your fire. You're scared but you still want to fight me.".
Willow sat silently trying to wrap her brain around what she was being told but the only thought that pervaded her mind was that he was a demon and demons lie. There was no way she could have missed such a significant detail! Although.Ms. Calendar's disk may not have covered everything, just the spell since it was a last minute decision to perform it. No. that was not possible. Defiantly, she stood up with gathered courage and stated, "I don't believe a word you're saying but if you have to make up twisted details to justify your whatever it is you're after then fine.but DON'T think for one second that you can use me to play a part in your sick games.". The longer she spoke, the quieter she got. Finally, Willow mentally scolded herself for being so stupid and for knowing that he would probably snap her neck any second if he wanted to.
Angelus smirked with amusement as he watched her emotions rapidly dance across her face. Slowly, he began to inch closer towards Willow until her back finally hit the cool wall. He saw her emerald eyes widen in terror as she realized that there was no where to escape. Angelus had blocked her path with a strong arm to her left and jutted his knee between her legs. Using his thumb and index finger, he gripped her chin and thrust it upwards until she could only look up at him. Willow felt her cheeks flush crimson and heat through her veins.
"So much fire.I wonder where it comes from.", he questioned while placing a gentle kiss upon her lips, not allowing her to avoid him. As his hand glided from her face, down her neck and towards her breast, he roughly mumbled, "Here? No. Maybe down here.". As Angelus brought his knee up to rub the achy ness that was beginning to transpire in the apex of Willow's thighs, she involuntarily gasped and arched her hips. This was in hopes to create friction that would ease the tension that was steadily increasing.
Placing her two trembling hands on his chest, Willow breathed, "Please.Stop.". Sliding his cool hand underneath her shirt, Angelus thumbed her tender nipples roughly and murmured, "Poor Willow, now who's lying to them self?". He was taunting her but Willow's resolve was set and there was no way that she was going to allow him to manipulate her with sex.
Suddenly, Willow jerked her knee upwards to meet his groin causing Angelus to growl and sink to the floor. Just as she was about to try the door once more to aid her escape, Willow felt Angelus' cold fingers wrap themselves around her ankle. As if in slow motions, she tumbled to the ground and Angelus got up to tower above her. He had a touch of menace flicker amongst the yellow demon in his eyes and it sent electrifying tremors shooting through her blood.
Suddenly, Angelus grabbed Willow by her upper body and threw her onto the large bed. Before she had a chance to scamper away, Angelus jumped on top of her and straddled her hips. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, he pinned them above her head. Bending downwards, Angelus began to nip and suck her soft skin. In between his actions, he informed, "Even in hell, I pictured your wet body slapping against mine." he began to grind his hips into hers, "Hell, even soul-boy pictured you writhing underneath as he gave it you.", Angelus growled in low breaths.
"Stop it!", Willow cried out in a voice that was a cross between pleasure and true protest but Angelus continued to ignore her pleas. He was too busy unbuttoning the tedious clasps to Willow's shirt. She was then snapped back into this reality by the cool breath that she felt on the valley of her cotton covered breast. As she looked downwards, Willow saw the smug expression of a demonic vampire waiting to devour her, "What were you saying?" he smartly questioned.
In between choked sobbing and fierce flushes of heat, Willow strangled out, "I said stop.stop it! Do what you have to.but don't talk.". Curious, Angelus paused his wet ministrations of her creamy skin to ask, "You want me to keep going but I can't talk?".
"Yes.I.mean.No! You're going to do what you want anyways.but just stop talking. I don't need you teasing me." Willow stated with as much gathered courage as possible.
Angelus replied, "But that's the best part! What good would all of this be if I can't even see you blush in the most intimate of places? As much as I love to see you fight me.it's more interesting to watch you all fearful and submissive. I think you'd wear the look rather well". He then moved up towards her mouth and tugged on her bottom lip as she struggled and screamed underneath him.
Calming down, Willow made silent attempts to will herself into a comatose state. Since Tara's death she had felt so little emotion. How dare she feel so immersed with feeling in the arms of an evil being? However, the deliberately slow ministrations Angelus performed were rapidly increasing as a heat so warm made its way through her entire body.
Angelus smirked at the way her body was reacting in such a traitorous way. He felt her heart beat race and the sweat forming on her skin. He needed to take things slow with her tonight. Angelus knew that Willow still subconsciously viewed him as brooding Angel but, for now, all he wanted to do was blur the lines between the two.
Unclasping her white bra, Angelus began to run his tongue gingerly over her pink nipple. Willow let out a heavy breath that signalled Angelus to suck starting with the tip of her breast. She felt the ridges of his face appear along with the gentle scrapping of his now elongated teeth. Willow let out a moan that only motivated Angelus to remove her clothing at a much faster rate. Using his fingers, Angelus trailed down the sides of her body until they rested upon her arching pelvis. As he slid his heavy body downwards, Angelus made sure not to break eye contact with Willow. He wanted her to know exactly who was making her body sear with heat. Slowly, Angelus got up to take his clothes off. Standing in all his glory, he looked upon the woman lying on his bed. Panting with an annoying sense of anticipation and shameless guilt, Willow felt herself blush as she saw the way Angelus was eyeing her.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Willow reached for the covers to shield herself, however, this only forced Angelus to wrench them from her grip with a growl. She was going to be his and there was no room for modesty in his presence. He watched as tears slowly dripped down her flushed cheeks and her eyes widening as his naked self climbed on top of her. Willow could feel his hard erection rubbing against her inner thigh. Subconsciously, she moved her knees to accommodate his entry but Angelus had other plans.
While sucking on her other breast, Angelus moved his hand downwards to the apex of her thighs. In long languid strokes he rubbed the other lips of her core. Feeling Willows nails embedded in his shoulders, Angelus parted her moist lips and began tracing around her hole but never quite hitting the spot.
"Please." Willow moaned in exasperation that was continually building.
Angelus replied gruffly, "Tell me who you need and I'll give you whatever you want.".
Finally, leaving all of her dignity behind, she breathed out, "I wa...want you.".
"Say my name." Angelus urged.
"No.I .can't!" Willow cried out only to have Angelus press further, "Say it!".
In pure turmoil, she whimpered out "Angelus! Ple.please! I n.need you!".
Upon hearing his name, he thrust inwards beyond her plump lips of her core. Angelus began to caress her from within as he slowly added another finger to stretch her walls. As they pumped in and out of her erotically damp pussy, Angelus began to nip and suck on her delicate clit. He fondled it roughly with his teeth and was careful to bring her to climax on the pain he was giving. No longer resisting her innate reactions, Willow gripped his head and began rocking her hips in motion with his unrelenting hand. As the pressure within her womb began to build, the harder she began to rock back and forth, each time growing more frequent. Arching her pelvis, Willow was hit with an explosive tidal wave that rippled throughout her entire body.
After she subsided, Willow felt her body slack but became abruptly aware of the eyes leering down on her. Willow felt scrutinized and shifted underneath his weight which left her with barely enough room to breathe, "Angel?" she whispered.
"You've already forgotten who made you scream just a few seconds ago? Your loss of memory is only going to force me to teach you a lesson that I'm not sure you're ready for." Angelus warned. He then rolled of her damp body only to look at her with a smirk.
Slightly annoyed, Willow boldly questioned, "What?".
"I was just thinking." Angelus murmured.
"About what?" she repeated.
In a word, he replied, "Buffy." with an annoying smugness.
With that one name, Willow felt as though she was punched in the gut with reality and overwhelming guilt. She had betrayed her friends! How could she have been so reckless and impulsive? Feeling so utterly torn, Willow squirmed her body away from Angelus. He had used her to hurt Buffy!
"I wonder.I wonder what she would think about her best friend, who is a lesbian might I add, screwing around with her soul mate?" Angelus taunted.
While scrounging for what was left of her clothes, Willow replied, "She would know that her soulless ex-boyfriend, who is deranged and a psycho might I add, forced me.to.you know!". Now fully dressed, Willow felt less intimidated by his presence.
Growling, Angelus felt the pleasure of her feistiness swim through him but it was the prospect of fighting her that he savoured the most. Smirking he commented, "Will somebody got their bite back!" while he put his clothes back on.
Snorting, Willow retorted, "Better me than you!". Moving around the room, Willow began investigating an escape route. Knowing there probably wasn't one, she still continued in order to escape the gleam of amusement that undoubtedly shone in Angelus' eyes.
Watching with a curiosity that excited him, Angelus stood up, crossed his arms and mused in her flustered actions. Finally, Angelus decided to change tactics. Coolly, he asked, "You want out of here?".
Lifting her teary eyes, "Yes" was all she could gasp out.
"Alright.but first we deal.", Angelus said in a sing-song voice.
Willow eyed him suspiciously but her sheer desperation was getting to the best of her. Finally replying, "Fine, but only if you swear to let me go.".
Angelus smirked, he knew exactly how this was going to end, "Of course" he answered as he watched the determination and a sense of relief play upon her face.
Suddenly, Willow crossed her arms, looked upwards and firmly said, "Say it.".
Angelus was thrown off again by the red head so he asked, "Say what?".
"Say 'I, Angelus, swear to let Willow go after the terms of the deal have been fulfilled." Willow laid out with a professional tone.
The corners of Angelus' mouth quirked upwards as he decided to humour the witch with a response and began to recite her words back to her.
Shocked that he actually complied, Willow stuttered out, "Okay.umm.good.well let's deal.".
"Alright.I let you go if you go on a little scavenger hunt with me around the hotel." Angelus said with a mischievous gleam.
Willow already knew that this wasn't going to end well so she had mentally prepared herself to get through whatever he had in mind. So her answer was a "Yes." mixed with hesitance. From that one word, her destiny was fated in stone.
Chapter 5
As the seals over her eyes were split, very little light entered her vision. Silently, Willow thought perhaps she may even be blind but as she widened her view, she clearly saw that she was draped in a mist of soft light and harsh darkness. The fact that she still felt a bit dizzy was factored into the fact that she couldn't clearly recognize her surroundings. This inability to be alert caused an immense fear that drenched her veins and made the fine hairs on her arms stand tall. Willow glanced at the side table beside her and saw a lamp and switched it on. Suddenly the room was filled with the brightness that could only help Willow. She critically looked around and saw that it was the same crimson room she had entered before her chase with Angelus. Angelus! She had completely forgotten about the demonic vampire.
With fewer struggles, Willow quickly got out of the large bed and made her way to the nearby door. It was locked. Feeling frustrated, Willow jiggled the knob until she decided it was time to use some of her trusty magic skills. Chanting a few words, the door flung open and Willow made her way towards the hall when all of a sudden she was blocked. She had slammed into an invisible barrier that kept her prisoner and was sent tumbling to the ground. Her freedom was so close and yet so distant. Willow made a frantic fist and slammed it to the floor while her mind raced to find the cure to her problem. One incantation after another only led to more disheartening conclusions. She was trapped. Willow had no way of getting out. There were no windows, no nothing. Feeling anger seep into her blood, Willow walked up to the door and slammed in to it with all of her might, which wasn't much because of the recent visit to unconsciousness. Thumping the door shut in frustration, she then sank to the floor beside the overly large bed and began to sob in exhaustion mixed with fear.
Suddenly the door swung open to reveal Angelus leaning against the frame with a smug expression that held nothing good. "Broken already? What a pity. And here I thought Dru would have a positive role model for sanity. I guess I was wrong." he spoke with obvious sarcasm but which fell on deaf ears. Realizing Willow's disregard for him, Angelus strolled towards her and gently kneeled down to question, "Now what's the matter, Willow?" he spoke with false concern.
Unable to keep reign over her emotions, Willow cried out, "There's a barrier. It won't let me leave! If you let me go, I promise I won't ever bother you again or try to re-soul you!". Angelus slowly brought his finger up to her tender cheek and stroked away a tear before gripping her chin to face him. He calmingly spoke, "Poor witch. Already making promises you can't keep.", as he began to stroke the tendrils of her scarlet coloured hair. "You have so much power. Can't you feel it? It runs through your veins and even I feel its effects. Once we finalize this bond that you've initiated, then everything will come full circle." Angelus cryptically spoke.
Feeling tired of games, Willow finally questioned, "You're not making ANY sense! Why am I here? ". Angelus then began his explanation knowing that the conversation was inevitable, "Well, let's start with you restoring that wretched soul of mine. Did you read the fine print of that spell?", not giving her a chance to answer, he continued, "No. Well.let me give you the cliff notes. It says that the performer of the spell will forever be bonded to not only the soul but the demon also. This bond is a connection that grows stronger when we're apart. I feel what you feel, Willow. I can feel your fear and your curiosity but, more enchanting, your fire. You're scared but you still want to fight me.".
Willow sat silently trying to wrap her brain around what she was being told but the only thought that pervaded her mind was that he was a demon and demons lie. There was no way she could have missed such a significant detail! Although.Ms. Calendar's disk may not have covered everything, just the spell since it was a last minute decision to perform it. No. that was not possible. Defiantly, she stood up with gathered courage and stated, "I don't believe a word you're saying but if you have to make up twisted details to justify your whatever it is you're after then fine.but DON'T think for one second that you can use me to play a part in your sick games.". The longer she spoke, the quieter she got. Finally, Willow mentally scolded herself for being so stupid and for knowing that he would probably snap her neck any second if he wanted to.
Angelus smirked with amusement as he watched her emotions rapidly dance across her face. Slowly, he began to inch closer towards Willow until her back finally hit the cool wall. He saw her emerald eyes widen in terror as she realized that there was no where to escape. Angelus had blocked her path with a strong arm to her left and jutted his knee between her legs. Using his thumb and index finger, he gripped her chin and thrust it upwards until she could only look up at him. Willow felt her cheeks flush crimson and heat through her veins.
"So much fire.I wonder where it comes from.", he questioned while placing a gentle kiss upon her lips, not allowing her to avoid him. As his hand glided from her face, down her neck and towards her breast, he roughly mumbled, "Here? No. Maybe down here.". As Angelus brought his knee up to rub the achy ness that was beginning to transpire in the apex of Willow's thighs, she involuntarily gasped and arched her hips. This was in hopes to create friction that would ease the tension that was steadily increasing.
Placing her two trembling hands on his chest, Willow breathed, "Please.Stop.". Sliding his cool hand underneath her shirt, Angelus thumbed her tender nipples roughly and murmured, "Poor Willow, now who's lying to them self?". He was taunting her but Willow's resolve was set and there was no way that she was going to allow him to manipulate her with sex.
Suddenly, Willow jerked her knee upwards to meet his groin causing Angelus to growl and sink to the floor. Just as she was about to try the door once more to aid her escape, Willow felt Angelus' cold fingers wrap themselves around her ankle. As if in slow motions, she tumbled to the ground and Angelus got up to tower above her. He had a touch of menace flicker amongst the yellow demon in his eyes and it sent electrifying tremors shooting through her blood.
Suddenly, Angelus grabbed Willow by her upper body and threw her onto the large bed. Before she had a chance to scamper away, Angelus jumped on top of her and straddled her hips. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, he pinned them above her head. Bending downwards, Angelus began to nip and suck her soft skin. In between his actions, he informed, "Even in hell, I pictured your wet body slapping against mine." he began to grind his hips into hers, "Hell, even soul-boy pictured you writhing underneath as he gave it you.", Angelus growled in low breaths.
"Stop it!", Willow cried out in a voice that was a cross between pleasure and true protest but Angelus continued to ignore her pleas. He was too busy unbuttoning the tedious clasps to Willow's shirt. She was then snapped back into this reality by the cool breath that she felt on the valley of her cotton covered breast. As she looked downwards, Willow saw the smug expression of a demonic vampire waiting to devour her, "What were you saying?" he smartly questioned.
In between choked sobbing and fierce flushes of heat, Willow strangled out, "I said stop.stop it! Do what you have to.but don't talk.". Curious, Angelus paused his wet ministrations of her creamy skin to ask, "You want me to keep going but I can't talk?".
"Yes.I.mean.No! You're going to do what you want anyways.but just stop talking. I don't need you teasing me." Willow stated with as much gathered courage as possible.
Angelus replied, "But that's the best part! What good would all of this be if I can't even see you blush in the most intimate of places? As much as I love to see you fight me.it's more interesting to watch you all fearful and submissive. I think you'd wear the look rather well". He then moved up towards her mouth and tugged on her bottom lip as she struggled and screamed underneath him.
Calming down, Willow made silent attempts to will herself into a comatose state. Since Tara's death she had felt so little emotion. How dare she feel so immersed with feeling in the arms of an evil being? However, the deliberately slow ministrations Angelus performed were rapidly increasing as a heat so warm made its way through her entire body.
Angelus smirked at the way her body was reacting in such a traitorous way. He felt her heart beat race and the sweat forming on her skin. He needed to take things slow with her tonight. Angelus knew that Willow still subconsciously viewed him as brooding Angel but, for now, all he wanted to do was blur the lines between the two.
Unclasping her white bra, Angelus began to run his tongue gingerly over her pink nipple. Willow let out a heavy breath that signalled Angelus to suck starting with the tip of her breast. She felt the ridges of his face appear along with the gentle scrapping of his now elongated teeth. Willow let out a moan that only motivated Angelus to remove her clothing at a much faster rate. Using his fingers, Angelus trailed down the sides of her body until they rested upon her arching pelvis. As he slid his heavy body downwards, Angelus made sure not to break eye contact with Willow. He wanted her to know exactly who was making her body sear with heat. Slowly, Angelus got up to take his clothes off. Standing in all his glory, he looked upon the woman lying on his bed. Panting with an annoying sense of anticipation and shameless guilt, Willow felt herself blush as she saw the way Angelus was eyeing her.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Willow reached for the covers to shield herself, however, this only forced Angelus to wrench them from her grip with a growl. She was going to be his and there was no room for modesty in his presence. He watched as tears slowly dripped down her flushed cheeks and her eyes widening as his naked self climbed on top of her. Willow could feel his hard erection rubbing against her inner thigh. Subconsciously, she moved her knees to accommodate his entry but Angelus had other plans.
While sucking on her other breast, Angelus moved his hand downwards to the apex of her thighs. In long languid strokes he rubbed the other lips of her core. Feeling Willows nails embedded in his shoulders, Angelus parted her moist lips and began tracing around her hole but never quite hitting the spot.
"Please." Willow moaned in exasperation that was continually building.
Angelus replied gruffly, "Tell me who you need and I'll give you whatever you want.".
Finally, leaving all of her dignity behind, she breathed out, "I wa...want you.".
"Say my name." Angelus urged.
"No.I .can't!" Willow cried out only to have Angelus press further, "Say it!".
In pure turmoil, she whimpered out "Angelus! Ple.please! I n.need you!".
Upon hearing his name, he thrust inwards beyond her plump lips of her core. Angelus began to caress her from within as he slowly added another finger to stretch her walls. As they pumped in and out of her erotically damp pussy, Angelus began to nip and suck on her delicate clit. He fondled it roughly with his teeth and was careful to bring her to climax on the pain he was giving. No longer resisting her innate reactions, Willow gripped his head and began rocking her hips in motion with his unrelenting hand. As the pressure within her womb began to build, the harder she began to rock back and forth, each time growing more frequent. Arching her pelvis, Willow was hit with an explosive tidal wave that rippled throughout her entire body.
After she subsided, Willow felt her body slack but became abruptly aware of the eyes leering down on her. Willow felt scrutinized and shifted underneath his weight which left her with barely enough room to breathe, "Angel?" she whispered.
"You've already forgotten who made you scream just a few seconds ago? Your loss of memory is only going to force me to teach you a lesson that I'm not sure you're ready for." Angelus warned. He then rolled of her damp body only to look at her with a smirk.
Slightly annoyed, Willow boldly questioned, "What?".
"I was just thinking." Angelus murmured.
"About what?" she repeated.
In a word, he replied, "Buffy." with an annoying smugness.
With that one name, Willow felt as though she was punched in the gut with reality and overwhelming guilt. She had betrayed her friends! How could she have been so reckless and impulsive? Feeling so utterly torn, Willow squirmed her body away from Angelus. He had used her to hurt Buffy!
"I wonder.I wonder what she would think about her best friend, who is a lesbian might I add, screwing around with her soul mate?" Angelus taunted.
While scrounging for what was left of her clothes, Willow replied, "She would know that her soulless ex-boyfriend, who is deranged and a psycho might I add, forced me.to.you know!". Now fully dressed, Willow felt less intimidated by his presence.
Growling, Angelus felt the pleasure of her feistiness swim through him but it was the prospect of fighting her that he savoured the most. Smirking he commented, "Will somebody got their bite back!" while he put his clothes back on.
Snorting, Willow retorted, "Better me than you!". Moving around the room, Willow began investigating an escape route. Knowing there probably wasn't one, she still continued in order to escape the gleam of amusement that undoubtedly shone in Angelus' eyes.
Watching with a curiosity that excited him, Angelus stood up, crossed his arms and mused in her flustered actions. Finally, Angelus decided to change tactics. Coolly, he asked, "You want out of here?".
Lifting her teary eyes, "Yes" was all she could gasp out.
"Alright.but first we deal.", Angelus said in a sing-song voice.
Willow eyed him suspiciously but her sheer desperation was getting to the best of her. Finally replying, "Fine, but only if you swear to let me go.".
Angelus smirked, he knew exactly how this was going to end, "Of course" he answered as he watched the determination and a sense of relief play upon her face.
Suddenly, Willow crossed her arms, looked upwards and firmly said, "Say it.".
Angelus was thrown off again by the red head so he asked, "Say what?".
"Say 'I, Angelus, swear to let Willow go after the terms of the deal have been fulfilled." Willow laid out with a professional tone.
The corners of Angelus' mouth quirked upwards as he decided to humour the witch with a response and began to recite her words back to her.
Shocked that he actually complied, Willow stuttered out, "Okay.umm.good.well let's deal.".
"Alright.I let you go if you go on a little scavenger hunt with me around the hotel." Angelus said with a mischievous gleam.
Willow already knew that this wasn't going to end well so she had mentally prepared herself to get through whatever he had in mind. So her answer was a "Yes." mixed with hesitance. From that one word, her destiny was fated in stone.