Willow's POV

After Bronzing a little more, we all left. Cordelia and Xander left in her car but Buffy and Angel decided to walk me home. As dead as it was earlier, it was no longer. Of course it couldn't be. It was like someone sent up a flare for them. Willow's in a good mood, evil vampires unite and destroy it!

A few blocks from my place, a pack of vamps caught up to us. I glanced to Buffy and whispered, "You think they'd see us, say 'Oh, the slayer and a master vamp...no way' and then leave. But no. They want to come after us." I was baffled. There were only six vamps. Were they seriously that cocky? Buffy could take three or four at a time by herself. Angel could too. And it wasn't like Angel could be their meal. Was Slayer blood so good that they would risk it...knowing that they would most likely die?

"Hey there." one said, looking to me. My brow furrowed. He sniffed the air. "Oh God. That's the stuff." My nose wrinkled in disgust. Was he sniffing us? And...was, was he enjoying it? "Come on, baby, don't be like that." he pouted.

"Quit with the witty banter." Buffy interjected. "You're no good." And then all the vamps swarmed us. Sure...Angel and Buffy could take these vamps easily. But in the few seconds it would take them to get to them all, I was wide open for attack. And the fact that they knew that, made their concentration worse. I knew I was hindering them.

He grabbed me. He, as in the one that seemed particularly drawn to me. Buffy and Angel were temporarily preoccupied. So just stall. That's all I needed to do. Sure, I was in an iron grip and my face was being forced to the side, but I continued to struggle. He was holding my arms so I kicked and squirmed and shook my head from side to side, trying to shuck his grip from my arms. He was getting irritated. I could feel it. But I kept at it.

And then finally, Buffy came to my rescue and the vamp was gone. I sank to the ground. "You alright, Wills?" Buffy asked. I sighed. "Wills? I didn't see him hurt you. Are you okay?"

"I'm sick and tired..." I stood, shaking from anger, "of being an easy target. Of being helpless as soon as my stake gets knocked away or one of them grabs me. It's freaking ridiculous."

"Well..."

"You think maybe Giles will reconsider training w-"

Buffy's hand went up to halt me. "Giles doesn't have time to train you. You know that. I'm the one that was Chosen. I have to do it. But maybe I could show you some moves?"

"When, Buffy?" My voice was harsher than I'd meant it to. I sighed. "Sorry. It's just...you have school and homework and patrols and you need some time to yourself. I don't know."

"You have all those things too, Will. And you could make time for it."

"I usually do my homework at school. Got a free class this year. I have alone time almost all the time when I'm not patrolling." I sighed again. Alone time wasn't so great after awhile.

"Maybe...I could?" Angel asked, half-reluctant and half-confused. Like he didn't realize why he was saying it. Buffy's brow shot up as she looked to her boyfriend.

A blush rose up my cheek. I knew he didn't want to. And I knew he'd feel bad to deny it now that he'd already said it. But I couldn't really refuse either because then he'd think I didn't want to. "It's alright, Angel. You don't have to. I could look us some basic techniques or something online, maybe. Or I -"

"I know." Angel said, ignoring my babbles. "I know I don't have to but I can teach you Willow. My apartment is spacious enough for us to do it at daytime."

"Really?"

"Sure." he replied. I shrugged. I wasn't going to turn him down.