Night School

Angelus nearly crowed with delight. When he had first spotted the shy hacker entering the building, he had thought that perhaps she was there to meet one of her friends, or maybe the Watcher. But as he watched her bypass the library and head to the computer lab, his dead heart soared. Foolish little Willow was all alone and no one would be there to save her.

Willow couldn’t believe this was happening. And it was all her own fault. She knew better than to venture out alone late at night. Her best friend was the Slayer, after all. But she just had to come back for those stupid test papers. And now she was going to die. She just hoped that Angelus would make her death quick.

With his hand still covering her mouth, Angelus pulled Willow closer to him, relishing the way her small frame fit against him. He bent down and whispered in her ear once more, ”What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” He chuckled as he felt confconfusion at his use of the corny old pick-up line. Confusion, fear, anguish, self-hate, resignation; he could smell all those emotions rolling off of her in fragrant waves and it made for an intoxicating and arousing sensory cocktail. He started to wonder if just grabbing a quickie and leaving her artfully displayed body on the computer desk for her students to find in the morning was really the course of action he wanted to follow after all.

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Of all the things Angelus could have said to her, she hadn’t expected that. She wished he would stop playing games and just get things over with. Not that she wanted to die…far from it. Willow had a great many things she still wanted to do with her life and dying was not on her agenda. However, she’d snuck a look at Giles’ Watcher Diaries and she knew the kinds of torment Angelus often put his victims through before killing them. And she much preferred to die quickly rather than endure his twisted “games”. But he seemed lost in silent contemplation after that one attempt at humor and Willow was smart enough to know that Angelus’ thoughts would not be dwelling on anything that would be to her benefit. So she found herself with the twisted hope that he would just snap her neck there in the computer room, rather than taking her somewhere to torture and perhaps turn her.

Angelus found himself in a quandary. Sure, when he had first spotted the cute little redhead entering the school his idea had been to take his pleasure and break her neck. But now, with Willow’s soft body pressed against him and his nostrils filled with the delicious scent of her despair, he began to think that there might be better uses for the petite friend of the Slayer. His prior encounters with her had all come when he was either saddled with the soul or too preoccupied to truly appreciate her attractions. Here, alone with her at last, he had a chance to reappraise her charms, and he found himself far more interested in her than he had ever been before. Perhaps he should spend some time with Willow and really “get to know” her.



Willow felt Angelus’ hand over her mouth and his other hand caressing her stomach as he held her to him. ‘This is so not good,' she thought to herself. She had never been attracted to Angel, not even when he had a soul, and the intimacy of Angelus’ touch made her sick to her stomach. She had hoped he would just end her life the way he had Jenny’s, but now it seemed as if he might have something else in mind. And Willow began to understand the concept of “a fate worse than death”.



‘Decisions, decisions,' Angelus thought to himself. On the one hand, the computer lab was really no place to play. But taking Willow back to the factory was not an option either. He was in no mood to deal with Drusilla’s reaction to him bringing home some female companionship. She would pitch a hysterical fit at the idea of her “Daddy” taking his pleasure with another woman. So what would he do? Suddenly, the answer came to him and he smiled against Willow’s neck.

Willow’s heart fell to the pit of her stomach when she felt Angelus’ lips curve upwards against the smooth plane of her throat. ‘Oh no’, she thought, ‘This is not a good thing,' But then, suddenly, she felt the tearing pain of his fangs entering her throat. ‘Maybe he’s just going to kill me after all,' was Willow’s last thought as she descended into peaceful darkness.



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