A/N: I'm atempting to update some of my stories now, though I'm not sure how many I'll get through, I'm definitely more of a reader than writer now but seeing as I've had some more reviews recently for various stories I thought I'd give it a go for the people that (for some unknown reason) want to see more.

So as usual if you'd like to see more reviews are /really/ appreciated, but I'm just getting back into writing now and not really into the swing of thngs or whatever, but hopefully it's ok /

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"Fuck you!"

Angelus did nothing but smirk as he held the struggling girl in his arms as she fought a battle that both sides knew she would never win. He waited for a few minutes before she had calmed down enough to listen to him.

"Finished you little temper tantrum now have you Willow?"

She glared at him until his finger and thumb pinched her chin and pushed her head back at an awkward angle.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question Willow."

"Yes." Came the forced reply, and Angelus was well aware that it was only because of the begging look his Childe was bound to be giving her in a hope she would make things easier on herself.

"There's a good girl. Now get back on the bed."

Willow jerked herself out of his arms and walked back towards the bed where Spike was lying, calmly watching the scene before him. He'd learnt long ago that trying to divert his Sire's attention when he was angry at Willow wouldn't do anything but piss him off further. He held his hand out to her as she got closer and she reluctantly took it and let him pull her gently onto the bed.

Spike tugged her hand harder and it caught her by surprise and she fell on top of him and forced herself to relax as he lifted his head up to capture her lips with his as he tried his best to calm her down in a way that wouldn't anger Angelus, who was moving up behind her and running his hands up her arms and then down her back, pausing when he reached the pattern he had traced earlier on with a knife.

The picture of a winged lion, an atempted replica of his own, didn't look particularly neat. He was an artist when it came to pen and paper but this had been more awkward. Despite the fact that Spike had been holding her down and whispering gentle nonsense in her ear she had still been moving and where there were supposed to be smooth curves were jagged lines.

It was never designed to be permanent, though without his blood on the wounds it would scar, he'd just wanted to know what it would look like, Willow hadn't been as keen.

He lifted his hand from her back and re-opened the wound on his wrist, feeling her tense as the blood dripped onto her back slowly, finding its way into both the shallow and the deep wounds, healing her back so that by tomorrow it would once more be an unscathed canvas.

It'd been his blood that had set her off in the first place, he'd been lying on his side next to her and had just cut his wrist when she'd jumped off the bed, refusing to let him heal her. She had got used to the damage he would cause her, it was when he helped her heal that she normally protested to. Accepting help from a vampire other than his Childe was something she would do willingly on very few occasions, she tried to be too independant for her own good.

He lifted his wrist away when the cuts were soaked in his blood and put it to the lips of the blonde vampire who greedily took it and drank all the blood he could without sinking in his fangs until the wound closed and was pulled away from his mouth.

As Angelus thrust his tongue into the younger vampire's mouth he felt Willow tried to move away and placed a large hand on her lower back, directly over his design, and he pressed down slightly causing her to still and take a few harsh breaths before doing her best to relax and avoid any more pain for the evening.

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Out of the corner of her eye she saw Angelus smirk when she relaxed against Spike and clenched her jaw, a habbit she had picked up off the rebellious younger vampire. Angelus was so sure of his power over the pair of them and whilst her barely intact survival instinct forced her to go along with his games most of the time, one day he would slip and she would grab the opportunity with both hands. The only thing she didn't know was whether Spike, even with his soul, would choose her over the vampire he craved more than any other being.

One day he would be forced to make that decision, and she was pained to think that she may have to lose the one person she was closest to in this world, the only reason she hadn't killed herself yet.

Anf after that, would she really have any reason left to live?