A/N: I thought I'd put this chapter up a while ago, but obviously not... This chapter was originally going to be a lot darker, but I cwasn't really in the mood, so its much lighter than intended and I don't like it that much... but review and let me know what you think .

For those of you who read my other stories, I'm going to concentrate on updating those a lot shortly, school holidays are practically here, I'm going on holiday for a week this Tuesday, but after that I should have a lot of spare time to write D

Anyway please review, I need at least 5 reviews before i update this story again (sorry for the long time it took me, I thought I'd updated this story before, but it turned out I had to write a couple of chapters more, but that was it)

This was hell. It had to be. William must have killed her last night without her realising and forgot to turn her. And now she was in hell. Or maybe not, but her current situation was doing a very good impression of being one of the many hell dimensions Angelus liked to talk about so frequently.

She had behaved, not that misbehaving would have gotten her anywhere, but she had behaved and now they were on the plane. The very long plane journey of which under half an hour had passed. Who the hell had thought up the idea of having three seats in a row on a plane?

William had the window seat, Angelus was the nearest to the center of the plane and Willow was crushed inbetween the pair of them. Drusilla was on the opposite them sat next to a business man who kept trying to edge closer and closer to the window everytime Dru started up a conversation with him.

She was facing her head straight forwards and trying not to move a muscle to remind either vampire of her presence. Both of them looked extremely bored and it was only a matter of time before they found some non-obvious form of entertainment for themselves, most likely involving her. Until they decided just what exactly they were going to do Willow was sat their with William's hand possesivley on her knee and watching all three vampires look hungrily at the other passengers on the flight.

The only cause for entertainment Willow had for the first hour of the journey was the look Angelus gave the air hostess when she asked him if he would like to purchase some headphones to listen to the film, which was apparantly 'Bring it On'. He looked utterly insulted, and she could almost hear him planning to kill her after they got off the plane.

That entertainment for the first hour of the flight, turned out to be her entertainment for the first four hours of the flight, until she eventually dropped off to sleep, careful to keep her body stiff and upright so she didn't start leaning on one of the vampires in her sleep and end up drooling on their shoulders, or just generally annoying them.

She woke up when an amused voice spoke in her ear.

"I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you luv."

Willow quickly opened her eyes, but kept to William's advice and didn't move the rest of her body. She found herelf looking into his eyes and he looked highly amused and nodded towards where Angelus was sat. Very slowly she turned her head to look at Angelus and realised that there was a slight pressure on her shoulder.

That pressure, she found out, was actually the head of a sleeping Angelus, doing exactly the thing she had been worried about doing herself. She turned back to William and he gave her a cheeky grin before raising his hand slowly.

Willow stiffened, she knew exactly what he was going to do and it would not leave Angelus in a good mood at all, but he wasn't the one that had to spend the rest of the flight sat next to a very old, powerful and grumpy vampire.

She sent Will a pleading look and he paused the movements of his hand.

"You like spoiling my fun don't you Ducks?" But he lowered his hand away from Angelus' head and Willow breathed a small sigh of relief, before she remembered his comment about spoiling fun, which meant he would be looking for something else that would be fun. He didn't even need to say out loud that he was expecting an alternate form of entertainment from her instead of him hitting Angelus over the head, she knew straight away and nervously glanced around at the rest of the passengers, but none of them were watching them, all asleep, caught up in conversation on the back of the chair in front of them. Willow wasn't surprised to see that there didn't appear to be anyone watching the film.

Out of the corner of her eye shw saw William give her an irritated look as he started to get impatient and she decided the safest thing to do was to distract him from his annoyance, before she could think of anything that would satisfy him and not alert any of the other passengers to anything that they were doing William grabbed her hands and pushed it down his pants.

She clutched him in her hand and he gave a loud groan, making several people turn to stare at them, Willow barely prevented herself from giving him an evil glare, he groaned on purpose, just to embarrass her. He could go for hours without making a single sound when she was sucking him off and he knew she knew, which made it all the more fun for him.

The motions that Willow made with her hand satisfied William enough for him to stop glaring at her and the other passengers, instead he just closed his eyes and relaxed, occasionally moving her hand slightly. Willow also lost herself in her own thoughts, her hand was almost moving by itself, she'd practiced the movements enough in the past.

She was going to Sunnydale. The fact was finally hitting home and she was getting more and more nervous, it had seemed unreal before but now it was actually happening. She was going back to her first home town, where her friends lived, where her parents had died and where she had suffered the worst humiliations and choices of her life.

She could only hope there would be minimal damages by the time they had left, though that was very unlikely, especially where her friends were concerned...