Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Summary: Willow is up ducted by William and the crew searches for answers.

Pairing: Angel/William and B/A (You know I have to. Not much, just a little, then bashing I promise!)

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews on this story and Effulgence and whatnot. You make me so happy. I'm sorry about the delay on some of my updates. Now it's summer so more time to write. Well that and read Moby Dick, the Scarlet Letter, the first four chapters of my Chemistry AP book, and learn to drive. But besides that I'm all yours.

Thanks to reviewers:

SpikingJennsAngel: You always read and review my stories. Thanks!

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Chapter 3: On the Hunt

(Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

"Well if it's a slayer he wants, than that's what he's going to get."

Angel pulled Buffy back by the arm. "You can't kill him, he won't hurt Willow. It's not you he wants. It's me."

"Angel, I don't care what he wants. He kidnapped Willow and he's a soulless, deranged murderer."

"No, he's not!"

"What so he has a soul. Not showing it by kidnapping my friends and stalking me, a slayer. No why should I be worried, I know he's killed four." Buffy said huffing while crossing her arms.

"No he doesn't have a soul, but he also doesn't have to kill people. Will is my greatest sin as Angelus. I not only made him a vampire, but exploited his gift for my gain. He has the sight."

"The what?" Buffy seemingly unimpressed looked at Giles. "Well it's when a person has visions or hears voices, which show them the future. A very powerful gift, but also very difficult to decipher. The images aren't clear cut pictures."

Angel began pacing back and forth. "Back in those days they thought people with visions were crazy or possessed by the devil. The visions get easier to figure out over the years. I trained him but also took care of him. Sometimes the visions would disorient him. He almost walked into the sun a few times. As much as he is a vicious killer he is also a child. He was only 17 when he I turned him. When I was ensouled I knew I couldn't leave him. So I took him with me. We lived on bagged blood, Buffy. His visions can help us. Please give me a shot with him. He will obey my rules."

Buffy turned her back to him and kept walking. "Fine. One. Chance. But if he hurts Willow all bets are off."

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When Willow awoke she was on a plush bed dressed in a beautifully embroidered silk dress, with the vampire sitting crossed legged at her feet looking at her.

"Morning little tree. Thought you would sleep the night away, and then I would have to play all by myself."

TBC…

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