Angelus' POV

Jenny Calendar. Sure, that's her real name. Soulboy always had his suspicions about her, mostly because she was definitely a descendent of the Romany clan. He could smell it from her blood.

It could've been a coincidence I suppose, but I tried to tell him it wasn't. That she was up to something. And I was right. Dru told me so.

It's what brought me to the pathetic excuse of a High School at eleven at night. She was there. Working hard on something...hmmm, what could that possibly be? A curse?

The clicking of the computer keyboard could be heard from clear down the hall, and then I noticed a second heartbeat in the room. Willow's scent hit me just as I neared the door and I growled deep in my throat. She was helping with this?

That could not go unpunished.

I stopped and leaned against the wall to eavesdrop for a moment. "I don't know what you're talking about, Willow." the teacher was saying, her best 'I'm-innocent' voice out.

"Yes. You do." Willow insisted. "This computer thing you're doing...it has something to do with Angel. And Angelus."

There was a short thumping sound, like Jenny was putting her elbows on the desk or sitting on it. "Why are you so concerned about this? Shouldn't Buffy be the one-"

"Angel was my friend!" Willow cried indignantly. "For over a month, he's been teaching me to fight. I mean...he might not think of me as a friend, but I do think of him that way." And much more soon, if I have any say in the matter. "And I want to know what you're doing!"

"You're scared." Jenny surmised.

Willow scoffed and I smiled, waiting for her denial. But it didn't come. "Of course I'm scared! The guy strung my fish up like Christmas lights. He went through that much trouble just to scare me. To hurt me emotionally. And here you are, putting your life in danger for something you haven't clued any of us in on...in a public building at night! Are you stupid? Jenny, you're being reckless." By the end of that little rant, Willow sounded breathless and close to whimpering. She was making herself more scared just talking about it.

"Willow, I have been working on this at home. But-"

"ONLY there." Willow demanded. "And you need to go straight home after school unless you're accompanied by several people and armed. We're being hunted right now, Jenny. You're friendship with Giles and your involvement in the Clan is enough to send Angelus afte-"

"How did you know I was in the Clan?" Jenny demanded suddenly. Looks like Soulboy and I weren't the only ones with brains around here. It made me swell up with a mixture of pride and joy that my chosen was so intelligent.

"How did I know?" Willow mocked. "Because I'm smarter than average and not too busy fawning over you like Giles. I'd bet anything Angel..uh, Angelus knows too. You're not safe here Jenny."

"Really, Willow," Jenny's voice was soft now, "It's very sweet that you're concerned but I think I'll be fine."

"You shouldn't be so sure." I deadpanned, pulling the cracked door fully open and waltzing into the room. Willow was embraced in a hug by Jenny, who'd left her desk sometime during the conversation and was trying to calm My Witch.

Willow whimpered, burying her face into Jenny's neck and Jenny looked terrified. I took a deep breath, loving the overwhelming terror in the room.

"Hello, Little One. Jenny." I greeted.

"Angelus." Jenny ground out. I had to give her points for being brave, although it was pointless and a little pathetic.

Willow broke away from Jenny and backed away, toward the windows. Her fear seemed to grow, instead of diminishing the farther away she got and it intrigued me. Jenny backed away toward the right, around her desk and hitting the blackboard.

"Aw, come on Baby..." I crooned to Willow. "What's wrong?"

Her lip trembled a little but she put on her 'Resolve Face' and spit out, "Don't call me that!"

I flinched back, a hand to my heart in mock hurt, although I really did feel a twinge. And that just pissed me off more. If she'd been devoted to me, loyal to me, and completely consumed by me, then I could have feelings for her. Show her affection. But she was spurning me, scared of me, and I wasn't supposed let her have the upper hand here.

"Willow..." I said sadly, "Didn't you enjoy the kiss too?"

Willow paled a little. "I...I.."

"You?" I implored.

"The kiss was a mistake. A mistake that Angel and I made...you weren't involved."

And didn't that one sentence just get right down to the heart of my rage. "When Soulboy is involved, so am I." I told her confidently. "Sure he's not here with me, but I'm always there with him."

She nodded. "I know."

"So, I was involved." I reiterated.

"Angel was in control." she said quietly. "You were just watching from the sidelines."

In the next instant, I was on her. The anger and fury had shot straight through me, bringing my demon face to the fore. But I wasn't one to let anger control me. I stopped myself from ripping her throat out, pinning her down to the ground instead. "This feels like deja vu." I mocked.

Willow's legs were spread on either side of me and I was rested between them, my erection pressed toward the core of her heat and my hands holding hers down. I was breathing heavily, although it wasn't needed, in my rage and she had a stricken look on her face. "JENNY! RUN!" she screamed right before my lips smashed into hers.

The kiss was better than with Angel. I was sure of it. That might have to be because with me in control, it was as if I could feel it more, but I liked to think it was because Soulboy was too soft. Willow was kissing me back and rolling her hips against mine. She was aroused and I could feel her nipples poking my chest through our clothing. It all actually shocked me until I opened my eyes and pulled back to see her watching the door as if guarding it with her eyes. I glanced up and swore.

Hopping to my feet, I ran out of the room to find the computer teacher. I got it now. Willow backing up, all the way across the room, her fear had climbed as she'd been thinking of a plan. I should be angered at my own stupidity and underestimation, but I was too proud. My Witch was crafty.

Not three minutes later, I had the gypsy locked in my arms, hands on either side of her head and ready for a quick break of the neck, when Willow came to the edge of the steps above us, looking down at me. "NO!" she screamed, hurrying down. "Please. Don't. Don't hurt her. She's...she's..."

"A Romany." I supplied with distaste.

"She had no choice in that." Willow rebutted.

"I know her plans, Little One." I told her. "And I don't plan on going back into my cage."

I lifted my elbows for the snap and Willow grabbed one. "She'll stop. Just...don't kill her. Please."

I lifted a brow, staring straight into Willow's eyes with a look that said 'Are you serious?' but there was the answer. She was serious, and something told me that if I killed the whimpering woman in my arms, especially if I did it in front of my Beloved, she'd never be mine. Unless I turned her after, but I didn't want another loon. Perhaps we could kill them together, after her turn?

A smirk tugged on my lips. "And what are you going to do for me Little One?"

I heard her heart, the one that had been beating fast and erratically since I first showed my face in the classroom, beating even faster. She swallowed a few times, remaining eye contact with me the whole time. "If you promise to not kill her...whatever you want." she whispered.

"Will-ow!" Jenny choked out.

I took a deep breath, enjoying the aroma. "Terror and resignation...two scents I love when they're mingled." I dropped the bitch I was holding and her knees gave out, letting her crumble to the ground.

Willow removed her hand from my arm, but didn't back away until I started to stalk closer. She hit the stairwell wall and I pressed into her, nuzzling her neck. The pale glowing skin was almost translucent, showing the faintest hint of veins. I kissed the pulse point softly, relishing the quick thrumming under my lips.

And then I felt a sharp pain in my head and I was on the ground on my ass. I looked to my Witch first, half to make sure she wasn't the attacker, and half to make sure she wasn't now being attacked. She was frozen to the wall, pressed so tightly that she almost melded with it. Her eyes were scrunched shut and her fear and slight arousal seemed to fog the entire platform.

And...yep! There's Buffy, turned to watch me even as she's trying to check over Willow. My Witch's eyes open slowly, only now realizing she's not being pressed into the wall anymore. Her eyes find mine for an instant before snapping to Buffy. "I...I'm okay Buff." The gypsy joins them, grabbing Willow's arm and hurrying her away and the Slayer approaches me. I get to my feet lazily, my ego in tact, she did sneak attack me after all. But I'm slightly disturbed that I was so engrossed in My Witch that she could.

No matter. Here goes another round with the fight-to-the-death battles that never end in death because she can't make herself kill me.