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Chapter 6

With a private smirk, Angelus walked towards the door and stated, "After you.". Willow looked up towards him, "Uh...invisible barrier...remember?". Reaching down, Angelus took hold of Willow's pale hand that flinched at the sudden cool contact. Slowly guiding Willow through the no longer inhibiting barrier, Angelus stopped in the darkened hallway that flickered dimly from the few soft light fixtures.

He stood behind Willow, pressing the length of his body against hers so that she could feel every hard edge of his masculine form. She distinctly felt the throbbing of his erection against the small of her back and it erupted an involuntary moan to escape from between her lips. Sensing her arousal, Angelus huskily urged, "Let the games begin.".

Slowly, Willow began to walk down the hall when Angelus hinted, "Check the rooms.". The closeness of his body and the uncertainty of the atmosphere urged Willow's entire body to tremble so strongly that she could imagine the smugness dancing on Angelus' face behind her. The siren inside her brain was blaring and screaming at her, warning her that this was a deadly game placing her at impossible odds of actually winning.

Room after room, they entered and discovered nothing. However, an excruciating excitement was growing in Angelus because he was the only one who knew exactly when and where his twisted game would end. Willow knew nothing and questioned softly, "Angelus...what are we looking for?". Oddly, she wondered why they were whispering, it wasn't like there was anyone living in the hotel rooms to care about a disturbance.

Angelus continued to whisper, his cool breath on her sensitive ear lobe, "Shhh...we're almost there.".

Suddenly, Willow felt as if the walls were closing in and trapping her. Her brain was screaming for her to get out of his encircled arms. Deep down she knew that there was something so sickeningly wrong with where the situation was going. The entire time Angelus' hands were gently lying on her hips, now they were gripping her roughly decreasing her chance for escape.

Willow was no longer walking on her own but instead being pushed by Angelus, guiding one leg at a time. She tried to stop his imposing movements; her breathing became shallow and more frantic. Tears began to fall from her eyes in a steady flow, "Please Angelus, can we stop...I don't want to do this anymore!", she cried out. To her surprise, they did stop...right in front of a set of dark double doors.

Angelus bent down and spoke calmly, "Surprise...a gift from an Angel.". Too confused to ponder his actions, she felt Angelus grip her hands and guide them towards opening the door. Quaking, Willow turned the door knob and cautiously walked inside the dimly lit room.

Soft voices flooded her perked ears and all that surrounded her...melted away. Willow allowed the gentle moaning to guide her through the room as if it were a chant drawing her into its spell. She felt her body move in a trance-like state.

Angelus stood back watching the scene unfold, noting that he couldn't have planned it any better. The arousal and sheer anticipation bubbling within him was almost more than he could bear. He slowly approached behind Willow, who had abruptly stopped in front of the bed that was cloaked by a transparent red canopy.

She concentrated on her trembling hand that was moving to open the coverings. When she did so, Willow gasped, " Tara??...".

There was no response. Only the whimpering noises she was making. Tara looked the same yet so completely different with her creamy, ivory skin and amber eyes that lacked emotion but held only intensity. Suddenly, Willow was made aware of the other body that was swimming underneath the sheets. Confusion played on her mind as she intently watched the strangers head come up over the sheets. It was no stranger at all.

Running a slender finger over Tara's slightly parted lips, Drusilla informed her sire, "Look Daddy, this kitten purrs!" as she curled her fingers in a cat-like manner in his direction.

Tears were easily flowing down Willow's cheeks as she tried to move away but backed right into Angelus. Unable to handle the turn of events, Willow ran out of the room and into the hallway where she slouched to the ground gasping in tears.

Soon, Angelus made his way out to Willow and crouched to her eye level, "Willow...", he began.

"She's not real. It's...It's magic! Why would you do this?" Willow choked out.

Growling, Angelus stated bluntly, "It's not magic and Tara is very real.".

"But I saw her die!! ...Is she a vampire?" Willow questioned with a small child-like voice.

"Yes."

Looking away, Willow asked, "Why? Why would you let Dru do something like this?".

"Willow, Dru didn't do anything. Like I said before, it was a gift from an Angel." Angel reiterated with a hint of annoyance.

Searching his eyes, Willow knew what he meant, "Angel? Why...No! He wouldn't do this! You're lying; this is something you would do! NOT Angel, he...". She tried to stand but Angelus grabbed her forearms and forced her to look at him.

"Oh course he wouldn't! You're absolutely right! Not precious Angel..." he exclaimed in a whining high-pitched voice, "Would you listen to yourself? Think about it! When Tara was shot, Angel went to Sunnydale. He saw you and all the destruction you were causing. The damn soul wanted to help...ease your pain. So he turned her without thinking twice. You know I wouldn't have done such a cowardly thing...after all, your pain...your grief...is beauty in the most tragically blissful way, especially to a demon." Angelus lowly spoke.

Willow shook in fear but still tried to reason, "B...but...we buried her. I saw her casket go into the ground.".

"Did you see Tara in it? No. Angel brought her to L.A. He was starting to regret turning her." Angelus explained further.

Meekly, Willow looked into his eyes and asked, "Does she have a soul?".

"No."

Willow suddenly broke away from Angelus' grasp and stood up with him, "Then we have to restore it! I can get the books and there has to be an occult shop somewhere here...we'll need an orb of..." she sputtered off.

Angelus calmly replied over her babbling, "Of course not. In case you haven't noticed, I like things evil around here minus souls of any kind. Why would I allow another vampire to be cursed with one?". He then gripped Willow's chin and leaned in close,"It's like having an itch that just can't be scratched...Tell me Willow, have you ever had that feeling before?".

Willow shut her eyes and ignored the foreign tremors running through her body. He was trying to get to her in a way that she was just not comfortable with. Instead, she demanded, "I want to see her."

Stepping back, Angelus folded his arms and leaned against the wall, 'Not a good idea. She'll want to kill you. After all, you are her link to her humanity and all the emotions she now has grown to hate."

Willow tried to convince him, "Please! If I talk to her...she'll remember. She'll want me to re-curse her. Tara wouldn't want to stay evil."

Angelus recognized the look of resolve in Willow's eyes and decided to indulge her wish just this once, "Alright. You can go see her. BUT I'm going to stick around. I wouldn't want her maiming your pretty flesh. Oh and Willow...you're wrong...you know what they say 'once you go evil you won't want to go back.'"

Looking him in the eyes, she softly answered, "That's not entirely true.", as she remembered her time as 'evil Willow'.

"We'll see." Angelus challenged with a smirk.

Willow finally turned and entered the darkened room with a weariness that unsettled her. She didn't know whether to cry out or run screaming as she watched Dru lazily tease Tara's pert nipples. Feeling her stomach churn, Willow looked away only to hear Angelus command, "Dru, playtimes' over."

With a childish pout, she rose from the bed and pranced her naked-self towards Angelus and Willow, "Daddy...I want to dance with the little tree. She glows like a pretty little firefly." Angelus then bent downwards and whispered something that erupted a fit of giggles from the insane vampire.

Willow shifted her gaze and slowly approached Tara, who was lying, sated and nude on top of the silken covers. She gently covered her exposed body with a loose sheet and sat next to Tara. "Tara? Baby...look at me. It's Willow." she gently pleaded. Tenderly, Willow brushed Tara's now pale and eerily cold skin with the tips of her fingers. It was hard to believe that she had once had such radiant and glowing skin that shone with warmth and always tugged on Willow's heart. "Baby...it's me...Willow. I'm here." Willow urged, feeling the longing resonate in the tears now forming.

Tara moaned, "Willow..." as she began to slowly guide Willow's hand down her face and along her neck, "I missed you." Tara lazily stated as she edged Willow's hand lower, passed the thin sheet and onto the valley of her breast. "Did you miss me?" she huskily questioned.

Tears began to well up in Willow's eyes, as she tried to remove her hand but Tara's grip grew. This was by far, not the same Tara. Now the tears were flowing freely from Willow's eyes, "Tara, stop. You're hurting me." She cried at the feeling of her bones at the point of cracking but Tara wouldn't stop. She forced Willow's relenting hand on her breast and then towards her stomach. "Show me how much you missed me." Tara moaned and arched her hips with some desire that was unknown to Willow.

Angelus felt an excitement so strong bubble within him. He was caught in the scene by arousal and intrigue. It pleased him to no end to watch an innocent like Willow...especially Willow...be thrust into a dark world much different from her own. Suddenly he heard a cry, "Angelus! Ple...Please!" Willow cried out trying to wrench her hand away from Tara. He then stalked towards the bed and commanded, "Childe, let go." Tara only whimpered in resistance until Dru knelt beside her and whispered, "Do it, pet.", and took hold of the hand gripping Willow's.

Willow quickly jumped up and backed away gasping and sobbing. Angelus sauntered towards her and stood, towering and said, "Game over. You're free to go.".