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Willow awoke to someone running their fingers through her hair. She kept her eyes closed, waiting. If she didn't move maybe they would stop and she could figure a way to get out of this mess before she got really hurt. Or really dead.

She and Oz had been in the middle of her trying to talk him into not letting the possibility of the two of them go. She almost had him convinced, at least she thought she saw a glimmer of a maybe in his face, when two demons crashed threw the window in his living room, heading straight for her.

"Run Willow, out the back door. Get to Buffy!" Oz had tried his hardest to keep the two of them at bay, but Willow could see it was a losing battle. She picked up a large vase and attempted to injure the smaller of the two, but all she succeeded in doing was distracting Oz, who ended up unconscious and over the shoulder of the smaller guy. That was the last thing she saw before the other demon covered her mouth with a cloth that knocked her out cold.

So, here she was. Scared. Cold. And sure Oz was dead. Whoever had been stroking her hair had stopped and was now walking away. Willow cracked one eye open and saw the retreating figure of Darla. She also saw the unmoving body of Oz on the floor of a locked cage. Great, now I've gotten Oz killed. If I hadn't of been so selfish, worrying about my lack of a boyfriend, he wouldn't be here and I… well, I'd probably still be here. But at least I wouldn't be responsible for his death. She felt a tear begin to form on the corner of her eye and knew she better try to stop it, fast. Stop thinking about yourself, she thought. He may be dead and all you can think about is how if affects you. Stop it!

"So, our little mouse is awake." Drusilla clapped her hands and bent down to look into her face. "Oh, I see the littlest tear." She used her fingernail to remove it and brought it to her mouth. "It's so sweet, mummy. Look!"

Darla walked over to where Willow was. "Just give it up missy. We know you're not unconscious anymore. One of the many advantages of being a vampire, we can hear your heart beat. And yours my dear is thumping like a rabbit on speed." She laughed a very humorless laugh.

Willow opened her eyes and looked up at Darla, Dru hanging not far behind. "Well, I'm sure Buffy and Angel aren't very far away. And boy, are you ever going to be sorry about this. Is Oz okay? Did you kill him?"

"The mouse speaks. And she makes threats. You girl, are in no position to ask anything of us. If you're lucky you'll live, one way or another. If not, well I have quite a few fledglings dying for some virgin blood. So, be good." She looked at her nails. "The boy is still alive. Lucky for him he's a werewolf. We really don't care for his blood type, you however…we'll just have to see. We really just need you to distract the slayer. With her worrying about you, well, it'll be that much easier for my little Dru here to do her work."

"Oh Darla. Please, please, please, may I taste her?" Drusilla had snuck up behind Willow and put her cheek up against hers. Willow did all in her power to keep from screaming. She was so scared she thought she may have lost her voice anyway, so it really wasn't all that hard.

"Not now Dru. Maybe later…maybe not. Depends on how my meeting with Angelus goes and if you succeed. You have work to do, remember? And if you do your job right, we'll both be feasting on slayer blood and living our lives as queens." Darla looked back to Willow. "Just stay calm dear-heart. You may come out of this unscathed, but…probably not." She laughed at her own joke and walked away. "Drusilla, get your boys together and bring me the slayer and the watcher."

"She'll know you'll be coming, she's better than you, stronger. And Angel will too, he'll do anything for her, he loves her. So if she doesn't kill you, he will. And if not him, Spike." Willow winced, now why did she have to open her mouth? Darla had almost left. I'm such a lame-ass, she thought.

Darla was practically to the door, when she turned and went back to Willow. "You really are a sweet thing, you know? And a little bit of spunk, didn't expect that from you. For that little outburst, you deserve a reward."

Willow began to cry in earnest, she looked over at the sleeping Oz and felt all the regret of her unlived life. She didn't blame anyone, this was just the way of life in Sunnydale. But she did wish that she had found that special someone. The way Buffy had. The way Xander and Cordelia had. She wished her parents would miss her, but she had a feeling their grief would turn to relief before long. And to be honest, she was okay with that.

Darla came closer to her and she stopped crying, accepting the inevitable. Willow almost giggled when she realized her last thought was of Spike, she wondered what it would've been like to kiss him. What he would've tasted like. Then she closed her eyes and waited.

Angelus walked through the cemetery, keeping his eye on all angles. He knew she was close, he could feel her. The bitch wasn't alone, of that he was sure. He could sense at least a dozen vampires and a few other demons thrown in for good measure. Maybe he should've brought Buffy along.

"Hello lover. Wasn't sure you'd come." Darla was dressed in a sheer cotton dress that made her look young and virginal. Quite a feat, Angelus thought.

"After your immolation-o-gram? Come on, I had to show. But shouldn't you be out destroying the world right now?" Angelus was biding his time, taking count of the forces she had behind her.

"There's time enough for that. I wanted to say good-bye first. You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss. We have such a history together." She gave him a chilling smile.

"This is quite the beautiful moment we're having. Can we just get on with this now?" He raised the sword he had brought over his head.

"Oh dear boy. I didn't come here to fight you." She feigned offense.

"No? Well what are we here for than?" Angelus lowered the sword to his shoulder.

"Don't you want to ask me about the little red-headed mouse? Or the little werewolf boy? How remiss of you. Oh, I imagine you're thinking you can somehow save them for the woman you love?" Darla laughed and in a sing-song voice, "Too late."

"You bitch! You killed her?" He raised his sword again, ready to strike. Darla waved her hand and a dozen demons gathered around her.

She laughed again. "My beautiful boy. You never learn, do you? This wasn't about you. Well, not totally."

Realization dawned on Angel's face. "The library. You sent them all to the library."

"You always thought you were so smart didn't you? Well, serves you right. Turning on me was the biggest mistake in your life. And you aren't the only one who'll pay!" Her voice became harsh, she was filled with venom and Angel felt it to his bones.

"If anything happens to her there isn't a dimension you can hide in. I'll find you and you will suffer." Angel ran, swinging his sword and taking out as many vampires as he could. Once he was clear, he ran with all that was in him to the school.

"Please. Just let me not be too late. I'll do whatever you ask. Just let me be in time." He pleaded with no one in particular, just any power who might be listening.

Spike and Kendra entered the factory where Darla and Dru had been only days before.

"I don't get it, why would they come back here?" Spike was confused, but decided to just go with the fact that they were able to find them. Then he saw Willow. She was tied to a chair, her head hanging lifeless.

"Nooo!" He ran to her and lifted her chin. "Willow, Willow!" She stirred and opened her eyes. Spike's stomach muscles retracted when she looked at him. "No. She didn't. No." He felt tears begin to form and wasn't sure he could stop them.

"Oh, how sweet is that? You'll be happy to know her last thought was of you. Does that make you feel better? She wondered what it would've been like to have kissed you." Willow threw her head back and laughed. "Guess that doesn't help, does it? But you can have me, I'm better. Stronger. And I don't have that simpering, mousey attitude. You are so gonna love me." The evil that shone in her eyes reached down to the smile she gave him. It was so un-Willow. If he had a heart it would be breaking. It was bad enough he actually felt pain where it used to be. He could fix this, he had to fix this. Spike looked around and saw Kendra in front of Acathla. She had picked up a large ax and was swinging it at the stone visage. Nothing happened, it just bounce off.

"It's protected girl. That's why no one's here guarding the thing. We gotta get out of here before they all come back. Angel and Giles, they'll know what to do. At least we can tell them where it is."

"Aren't you the helpful little puppy dog? You won't stop her, you're too late and you're too weak." Willow scoffed at the two of them.

Spike pulled his fist back and hit her full in the face, knocking her out. He turned to see Kendra's shocked and tear filled face. "Get the boy, he's still alive." He picked up Willow, keeping her hands and feet tied. "We need to get them to Angel's, he has cages there. And then we need to get to that computer teacher, the gypsy."