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Chapter 4

The watcher lay groaning on the floor, his body bruised and broken. Blood trickled from a dozen wounds, most of them inflicted by sharp teeth. Willow inhaled deeply. The combination of his fear, his pain, and his sweet vitae made for an intoxicating bouquet. A lusty growl escaped her lips unbidden. Xander, who was standing behind her with his hands resting on her hips, chuckled and pulled her tightly against him, grinding his cock into the valley of her ass.

"Not that I'm complaining, Wil," he whispered, flicking her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, "but what's with the topless act?"

Willow smirked lazily. "Well…"

***

Earlier that evening…

Willow's dead body lay sprawled face down on the bed, naked save for a bit of sheet Angelus had so artfully draped over her luscious derriere. The man himself was sitting nearby, sketching her in charcoal, occasionally using the ball of his thumb to smudge the drawing here or there. When it came time to detail the myriad of welts and gashes criss-crossing her back, Angelus had to pause a moment to admire his handiwork.

She had taken everything he'd given her up on the cross, and taken it well. This both surprised and impressed the vampire. He hadn't expected such wonderful endurance from that petite frame. Hell, there had been slayers who'd broken long before Willow. And when after long hours of torture he'd finally stripped her down to her most primal self, and glimpsed the kernel of her being…well, Angelus had had no doubt his Childe would rise to become one of most vicious and lethal vampires ever set upon the Earth.

Placing the sketch on the arm of chair, he moved to sit on the mattress, tracing his finger along the ragged edges of her wounds. After a few minutes of teasing the abused flesh, he heard a very faint purring that quickly grew in volume. He smiled and withdrew his hand.

Willow groaned and rolled onto her side, resting her head in her palm. She cocked a brow at him and Angelus was momentarily lost in the emerald depths of her eyes.

"Sire," she purred

"Welcome back, Childe," he rumbled.

"Good to be back."

"Hungry?"

"Famished."

"I had couple of my rent-a-thugs grab some take out." He stood and offered his hand, which she demurely accepted. As Willow slid off the bed, Angelus was treated to the sight of her even more compelling frontside. "Ah, Red, now you're making me hungry," he whispered.

She giggled and arched her back until Angelus was caught in the headlights.

He collected himself with some effort. "But, there will be an eternity for that. Now you must feed."

He led her to the chamber doors. "I think you'll enjoy the menu," he remarked, throwing them open with a bit of showmanship. A tastefully done parlor was revealed with two tasty humans sitting smack in the middle of it. They were Ira and Sheila Rosenberg, and they were trussed up like Thanksgiving turkey.

Willow cooed and clapped her hands with delight. "Oh, Angelus, how'd you know what I wanted?"

"What kind of Sire would I be if I didn't know these things?"

She sighed happily and pulled him into a long, fierce kiss before returning her attention to her dinner. At this point, Ira was red-faced and screaming into his gag whereas Sheila looked on the verge of mental collapse. Eeny meeny miney moe…Willow grinned and slinked toward her father like a pantheress, appraising his corpulent form. While Ira was no great physical specimen, he probably had a lot of hot, angry blood pumping through those swollen arteries. I bet he's like the human quivalent of junk food, she thought. Willow licked her lips and resisted the urge to vamp out then and there.

"Hello, daddy dearest," she chirped and ripped the cloth from his mouth. Predictably, Ira Rosenberg proceeded to belittle and berate his wayward daughter. Unfortunately, his harsh words lost what slight impact they had due to his refusal to even glance in her direction. Willow found his argument with the wall—or was it the ceiling?—comical at first, but she quickly grew tired of her father's irksome behaviour. Abruptly she placed a finger to his lips, stunning him into silence. "Bored now. Besides, you're doing it wrong. There should be less talking—"

She donned her game face.

"—and more screaming."

As Willow leaned in and savagely tore at Ira's throat with her fangs, she got her wish and then some. Angelus watched with pride, knowing similar scenes were playing out in two other rooms at this very moment. Once both parents were drained, he beckoned a couple minions to dispose of the leftovers and joined his Childe for a quick shower.

As they toweled each other off, Willow noticed her outfit hanging on the door, clean and neatly pressed. Black tights, brown skirt, fuzzy pink sweater. Her face scrunched up in disgust. Last night, it seemed a perfectly reasonable ensemble. Tonight it made her want to vomit blood. "I am not wearing that frou frou shit," she announced.

Angelus chuckled. "Good. Pink is definitely not your color. How about you wear one of my shirts till you find something more suitable?"

"Okay. No. Wait." She glanced at her bare chest and smiled widely. "I have an idea…"

***

Xander laughed. "That's my Willow. Always thinking."

Meanwhile, Cordelia strutted forward, eyeing the human with disdain. "Well, Rupert, looks like you've got those two all hot and bothered. Hmph. I really don't know what they see in you."

She knelt and swiped her finger through the blood oozing out of his neck, bringing it to her lips. As she sampled him, she wrinkled her nose. "You even taste like a musty old librarian."

In the background, Spike gave one of his trademark purring chuckles, causing the brunette fledgling to shiver happily at memories of the previous evening. Her eyelids fluttered as heat began to spread from her core. "Maybe there are other ways you can be useful," she moaned, sliding her hand under his trousers to fondle his nutsack. When Cordelia got no response from the injured human, she growled and stood up.

"Limp-dicked son of a bitch!" she screamed and ground her heel into his crotch. Giles contributed a few screams of his own to the party.

Angelus stepped forward. "All right children, that's enough. Load him in the DeSoto."

"Party over," Cordelia muttered, kicking the librarian in the head one last time for good measure, putting his lights out. Then she plucked Giles from the floor as if he weighed nothing and carried him out the door. Spike caught up to her in time to pop the trunk of the car, revealing the bound and unconscious forms of Jennifer Calendar and Daniel Osborne. Cordy dumped Giles next to his fellow "whitehats" and wiped her hands on the hem of Jenny's blouse.

Spike closed the trunk and hooked an arm around his Childe. "Torture suits you, pet. If it makes you feel any better, you had Lil' Spike standing at full attention."

Cordy giggled and captured and his lips with her own, kissing him passionately. They reluctantly pulled away from each other as the rest of the family approached.

Angelus said, "Pile in everyone. Spike, to the school library."

***

The former Scoobies were told to wait in the car as Spike, Dru, and Angelus unloaded their human cargo at Sunnydale High. Cordelia passed the time pinching and twisting Willow's nipples while Xander sat back and enjoyed the show. After a few minutes, Spike hopped back in the DeSoto. When glanced in the rearview, he shouted, "Oi, there! That'll be enough of that, Cordy! Don't need Red soaking the seats." Once they settled down a bit, he continued, "Angelus wants me to take you lot shopping for new duds."

Cordy and Willow squealed with excitement. Xander said, "Spike, it's Sunday. It's late. The shops are closed."

"Not a problem, whelp. Got me a skeleton key."

Spike fumbled around under the passenger seat for a moment, then tossed a brick in Xander's lap.

"Let's do this."

***

It was well past dark before Joyce and Buffy made it back to Sunnydale. What had begun as a trip to the beach turned into beach, plus shopping, plus dinner, plus movie. Not that either woman minded a bit. It had been far too long since they'd spoiled themselves to any appreciable degree. Buffy stifled a yawn as they pulled into the driveway, tired from a very full day. Glancing over at her mom, she could tell Joyce was beat as well.

After they toted the shopping bags inside, mother and daughter hugged and retired to their respective bathrooms to prepare for bed. As she removed her make-up, Buffy briefly entertained the thought of patrolling. No way, Jose, she decided. Hey, a girl's gotta have a me day now and then. Even the Slayer. Giles will probably be annoyed that I didn't dust a single vamp all weekend, but oh well. Oh, I know! I'll go in early tomorrow and pretend I'm super interested in whatever he's saying. That should make him happy.

Nodding to herself, she flicked off the bathroom light and crawled into bed.