Night School

Author's Notes: Thank you to Inell, for reading this despite her misgivings about the subject matter and for using half of her visit to me to pester me to write; to Emerald, for her boundless support as a beta and a friend; to Kat, who never minds the dozens of insecure emails and who always has something witty and wise to say; to Missy, whose encouragement is constant and whose friendship is invaluable; to Elisabeth, whose esteem means the world to me and whose eye for detail I am eternally grateful for; to Marianne, whose feedback is thoughtful, insightful, and sustaining; to Shelly, for reading this despite being a diehard

Willow/Oz and Willow/Tara shipper; and to Lisa Kelley...just because.



Suddenly, Willow’s world was completely shattered. Angelus pulled her legs apart and thrust into her, deep and hard. He tore through the barrier of her virginity without a thought, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, unwilling body. She had never known she could feel such intense pain without dying from it. All her senses were focused on the area between her thighs where Angelus had invaded her and stolen her innocence. It felt as if she were being sawed in half from the inside as he withdrew and then plunged into her again, as forcefully as before. Willow screamed and begged for him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to thrust into her. “Stop! Please! I can’t take any more! Please!” Willow cried. But she might as well not have spoken at all. Angelus just continued his brutal assault on her body and spirit, a look of intense pleasure on his face.

It served the little bitch right, Angelus thought, as angry with himself for his earlier weakness as he was mad at her for being able to resist his charms. This was what he wanted…needed. The thrill that could only come from the cruel debauchery of a true innocent. Willow’s channel was almost unbearably tight and his first thrust caused him pain along with her as he forced himself through her barrier and all the way into her cunt. But unlike Willow, Angelus relished the pain. And he reveled in her anguished cries and pleas for mercy. The frigid little whore should have thought of that earlier, when she spurned his seduction and mocked him with her resistance to his caresses. She had only herself to blame for the pain he was inflicting on her now.


Willow could think of nothing but the overwhelming agony emanating from where Angelus was thrusting into her. She wished those books had told her how those other rape victims had managed to separate themselves from the reality of their attacks. She couldn’t think or feel anything but the agony inside her as Angelus continued his relentless assault. But soon she began to feel another kind of pain, the pain of anger. She thought of Buffy, whose star-crossed love for the souled version of her assailant had set Angelus free and who hadn’t killed Angelus when she’d had the chance; of Giles, who knew the dangers she willingly faced as Buffy’s friend but who had never taught her a bit of self-defense; of Xander, who had taken her for granted and spurned her in favor of the hateful and cruel Cordelia; and of Principal Snyder, who was so used to expecting Willow to provide free tutorial services that he never even thought to hire a teacher when Jenny Calendar was killed, simply taking it for granted that Willow would take over…and had put Willow right where she was now. A sense of betrayal and rage filled Willow as she thought of them all, ironically taking her to the state of dissociation she had longed for, but straight into another kind of agony.

Angelus continued his relentless conquest of the tiny redhead, ramming his cock into her with merciless brutality. Convincing himself that this sadistic attack gave him as much gratification as the sweet surrender he had sought earlier. Over and over again he thrust himself into her tortured body, smiling at her screams and the look of anguish on her face, the terror in her eyes. Each stab of his cock into her channel was an extension of the rage and humiliation he felt at her rejection of his advances, her immunity to his attempts to beguile her and arouse her desire. And with each thrust, he knew he had broken her spirit beyond repair. He felt no need to prolong his completion, so with a final, brutal plunge, he sent his cold seed spilling into his despairing victim.



As Angelus ceaselessly raped her body, Willow’s mind traveled back through the sixteen years of her life. Years she had spent with parents who never loved her, friends who took her for granted and used her, schoolmates who put her down…no one had ever really loved or even liked her, she realized. And after Angelus was finished abusing her, he would kill her. Bringing to an end a life that really had never been a life at all. Would the afterlife be the same? Would God (or whoever was in charge) expect her to be the guardian angel of doing people’s homework for all eternity? Or would he send her to help teenage boys to practice asking out their crushes by trying out their lines on her? Was it possible that this was all she was meant for…forever? And at that thought, despite the agonizing pain ravaging her body, despite the reality of having been brutally raped by a murderous vampire and feeling his release staining her body as surely as his assault had already stained her soul, Willow burst into tortured and hysterical laughter.

tbc...