Are You Satisfied?

Angelus knew the only way he could keep Buffy as his own was to kill off her friends. It had worked with Drucilla, except it had driven her insane. Angelus knew it would be different this time. Drucilla had been sheltered and weak. Buffy was strong. Killing her friends would break her, but only just enough. And that’s what he wanted. Just telling Buffy he had killed them wouldn’t been enough. He would have to bring her the bodies. He stood outside Willow’s room and stared up at the window smiling.

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Author’s Note: The following sections will contain major character vampings and non-consensual sex. So, if you’re not into it, or it freaks you out, you have been warned. Also, Dawn just plain doesn’t exist in my fanfic world, so if you’re wondering where she is, she just plain isn’t.

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Willow was dreaming. She was having that dream again about Buffy. Willow was kissing Buffy and running her hands down her soft body. It was a dream she had often, but she could never tell her best friend.

Angelus walked silently into the room. He crept into Willow’s bed, pulling the sheet off of her, lying next to her sleeping form. Unconsciously, she leaned her ass back against him and it rubbed against his hard cock. Gently, he lifted her nightshirt. He unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Then he positioned himself right at her anus. He put his hand over her mouth. “Willow…..time to wake up,” he whispered to her. Willow’s eyes flew open. Someone was holding her and she felt something pressing against her ass. She tried to scream, terrified, she struggled against him. “Shhhhh. Time to choose, Willow. You can die here tonight, and you will never see your friends again. Or you can become my childe and live forever.” He slid his hard cock into her unlubricated ass to the hilt and she screamed into his hand. Willow felt like her ass was being impaled with a baseball bat. Tears slid down her cheeks wetting Angelus’ hand. She was crying now. Angelus didn’t fuck her. He just stayed inside of her not moving, holding her close. He took his hand away from her mouth. “Why are you doing this? Get off me! Buffy will kill you for this.”

Angelus bent his head and gave Willow’s neck a long lick, making her shudder. Then he sank his fangs in, draining her. Willow struggled, but she was getting weaker and weaker. Angelus stopped. He took a fingernail and slit one of his wrists. “No, I won’t.” Willow’s voice was very weak, almost a whisper. Angelus laughed. He pulled her head back with one hand and pressed his bleeding wrist to her mouth, forcing her to taste his blood. When she refused to swallow it, he just waited. Soon enough, her survival instincts took over and she sucked at his wrist greedily. That’s when he did move his hard cock inside of her, fucking her ass as he fed her his blood. He came inside of her, shooting his cold seed and he pulled his wrist away as she started to convulse on the bed. He pulled away from her and watched as her body died. Her skin turned porcelain white. He knew it would take a few hours before she awoke. It gave him plenty of time to go after Xander. He just wished he could go after Giles and kill him, but Giles had left for a Watcher’s Council meeting in England with Anya a few days before. Angelus gathered up Willow’s cold dead body and he prepared to take her to the mansion.