Night School
Chapter Four
Author's Notes 2: Thank you, Inell, for the drabble and the friendship! And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to Em and midnight for the awesome feedback!
Chapter Four
Willow came back to consciousness slowly. She was bothered by the feeling of someone else’s hands on her body. And she was cold. Suddenly, she remembered the events of the night, opened her eyes, and shrank back to the end of the bed in horror. The hands she had felt caressing her flesh belonged to Angelus, and she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
‘Oh no,’ Willow thought. Her worst fears were coming true. She had thought he was going to drain her there at the school, but he hadn’t. He had merely taken enough blood to render her unconscious so he could bring her here…to Angel’s old apartment. She’d only been here once before, but she remembered it. She hadn’t liked it here. She had never really liked Angel and she liked Angelus even less. And now here she was, almost naked…on a bed…with the vampire who had murdered her favorite teacher. She wanted so badly to be brave and strong, like she knew Buffy would have been in this same situation. But she wasn’t Buffy. So she began to cry.
Angelus chuckled as Willow awoke and pulled her legs up to her chest with her back against the wall. When she began to cry, he knew it was time to speak, to let her know what he had in store for her. “Now, now, Little One. No need to be modest, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. And I’ll be seeing much more very soon.” Angelus chuckled again as a deep blush suffused Willow’s pale form. Her blushes were adorable. Another sign of the sublime innocence that he ached to corrupt and devour. He reached his hand out to stroke her cheek, capturing a teardrop on his finger and bringing it to his lips. It tasted marvelous, redolent as it was with the tang of innocence, regret, and despair. There was nothing of Willow that he had tasted so far that was not a banquet for his vampiric senses; her scent, her blood, her tears. He couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her.
As she tried to draw away from his hand, Angelus growled low in his throat. He was being gentle with her, but that could change if she didn’t start cooperating. He struggled to maintain control over the anger born of wounded pride. He was going to make her enjoy this, whether she liked it or not. And soon Xander Harris would fade completely from her heart. Replaced by a far more suitable lover…himself.
What had she done to deserve this? This had to be a nightmare. Sure, she had dreamed of being alone with a man half-undressed before. But in her dreams, that man had always been Xander. The room had always been either hers or a room in some imaginary, glamorous hotel. And the sex had always been sweet and consensual. She had been so sure that either Xander would be her first or she would die a virgin. But now she was faced with the grim reality that her first time, and probably her last time, would be with the soulless demon she feared more than any other demon she had ever faced. The demon who had brutally killed the woman she idolized more than anyone she had ever known. The demon who wore the face of the man her best friend had lost her own virginity to. The demon who would use her and then kill her when he was done. And all Willow could do was ask “Why?”
“Why what, sweet Willow?” Angelus asked, replying to her softly spoken question.
“Why am I here? Why am I almost naked? Um…why haven’t you killed me?” Willow said, choking back her tears and trying to be brave despite her embarrassment at her state of undress.
Angelus burst into hearty laughter. “Well, Willow, I always knew you were innocent. But surely even you can’t be that naïve.”
Willow could barely breathe as a fresh wave of fear overtook her. “Buffy will know something’s wrong when I don’t show up for school, you know. She’ll come looking for me. And when she comes here and finds out what you’re planning to do to me…”
“What makes you think she’ll find us?” Angelus interrupted. “Why would Buffy even think to look here? I e the the location for our tryst very carefully, Little One. No one would think to look for us here.”
“Tryst?” Willow asked, her voice tight with apprehension.
“Yes, tryst,” Angelus said, a hint of mockery in his tone, “A lovers’ rendezvous. Surely you know what the word means.”
“I know what the word ‘tryst’ means, Angelus,” Willow said, with more than a bit of anger at his insult to her intelligence. “But we’re not lovers.”
“We soon will be,” Angelus countered. “We soon will be. And now I think the time for conversation is over. There are far more delightful ways for us to occupy our time, don’t you think? And when it comes to learning about the pleasures of the flesh, I guarantee you’ll find me a very good teacher.”
“Don’t. Please don’t rape me. Please…you could think of some other way to get back at Buffy. Please,” Willow pleaded, her last vestige of hope fast fading away. She didn’t want to learn anything from Angelus, least of all about making love. But that’s not what this would be. It would be rape. And then he would kill her. Would Buffy hate her? Blame her? Would Xander think she was dirty and hate her too? The thought of being hated by her friends after being raped and murdered by an evil vampire was too much for Willow and she burst into tears once more.
Angelus was fast losing patience. He had deliberately restrained himself, promised her pleasure, ahis his was the thanks he got. It would serve her right if he did just tear off her remaining clothing and brutally take her innocence. But he thought once more about what she had just said and paused. She really believed this was all about Buffy. Didn’t she realize that if that were the case, he would have just taken her at the high school and left her there for Buffy to find in the morning? Willow truly did have no self-esteem, he concluded. And perhaps that was the reason for her unfathomable preference for Xander Harris. Maybe she was simply fixing her affections on an object she felt in keeping with her sense of her own worth. Well, he would just have to make her see that his interest in her had nothing to do with the Slayer. Meanwhile, he decided not to dwell on the question of why Willow’s affections were so important to him, or what he was going to do with her after today.
It was time to begin Willow’s lessons.
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