The old Citroen sped down the street in the direction of the Harris house. Wesley stared out the window as the scenery flew by in a blur. He was concerned for Angel who was in obvious pain, and he was concerned for Xander who was in deadly danger. He was so deep in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice the car as they raced by, and they were well past it before he made the connection.

"Angel's car!"

"What?" Spike snapped.

"Back there a bit. Angel's car."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Somehow, Spike managed to get a little more speed out of the small car. Tires screeched as he whipped around the final corner and turned onto Xander's street.

***

Xander stared in horror as the vampire Willow started to stalk him. Fumbling in his jacket pocket, he managed to pull out a stake and with trembling hands he grasped it tightly. "Stay away from me," he told her, his voice shaky. "I'll dust you if I have to."

"You don't want to dust me, Xander," she smiled sultrily. "Not when we can have so much fun together." Reaching forward, she casually shoved the stake aside and ran her hands up his chest. Leaning into the young man, she brushed her lips against his, increasing the pressure when he didn't resist. Xander was lost. He hadn't kissed Willow since the Spring Fling; certainly not since she started dating Tara. And even when he had kissed her before, it hadn't felt like this. His lips parted involuntarily as she flicked her tongue over them. He felt a flash of heat race through him and he hardened painfully as her tongue greedily invaded his mouth. She kissed him wildly and rubbed her hips against his erection drawing a groan from deep inside him. Grasping his hair she pulled his head back and drew her lips across the side of his face and to his neck. Xander knew that he should push her away, stake her, run, something, anything, but he felt caught and helpless. He was shaking uncontrollably with want and desire and need. When he felt her shift into game face, he waited helplessly for the bite that would drain the life from him.

Her fangs had barely penetrated his neck when he dimly heard the squeal of tires and his name being called. The vampire raised her face from his neck and he heard her hiss in rage before he was roughly thrust aside. Dazed, he was scarcely aware of falling to the ground until he felt himself being supported in a half-sitting position. Opening his eyes he saw Spike looking at him with concern.

"You all right?"

Xander nodded weakly. He wondered why he felt slightly disappointed. He didn't want to become an evil, undead thing. He didn't.

Spike turned the boy's head and inspected the bite marks. They were bleeding, but Spike could tell that he hadn't suffered much damage. They probably wouldn't even leave a scar. Searching through Xander's coat pockets he found a clean handkerchief and pressed it to the wounds. The blood scent was driving him crazy and he wanted nothing more than to sink his own fangs into Xander's neck, but he kept tight control over his demon. Looking up, he watched as Buffy and the vampire fought. The other Willow was fast and strong, but she was no match for an enraged Slayer. Within minutes, the young vampire was pinned and Buffy raised her stake in preparation to dispatch the creature that had dared to hurt her friends.

"Buffy, no!" Wesley's cry caused Buffy to stop a mere fraction of an inch from driving home the killing blow. "We're not going to kill her, remember?"

"Then you better shoot her now, Wesley," Buffy said coldly.

Coming up to the two women, Wesley carefully aimed the gun, but Willow lurched at the last second almost dislodging Buffy from on top of her. Wesley lifted the barrel of the gun and waited until Buffy had subdued her again and then quickly fired the weapon. Willow screamed in anger, but within seconds was unconscious from the tranquilizer.

Standing up, Buffy hurried over to her friend. "Xander, you okay?" she asked worriedly. By now he was sitting up on his own and Spike was standing next to him. "Yeah, I'll be all right. Fang boy here didn't finish the job, so I guess I'll live."

Spike just snorted and walked over to help Wesley transfer the vampire to the car. Opening the trunk, they unceremoniously tossed her in and slammed down the lid. "Come on, pet. Let's go before she wakes up."

Xander climbed into the backseat, eyes opening wide when he caught sight of Angel. "Holy schmoley, did she do that to you?"

As Angel nodded weakly, Xander felt a shiver go through him, and he felt even guiltier for not trying harder to resist Willow.

Wesley asked Spike to drive back to Angel's car and when they arrived, he jumped out and entered the vehicle. Willow had left the keys in the ignition so Wesley started the engine and followed the others back to The Magic Box. While Spike opened the trunk of the car to retrieve the vampire and Buffy and Xander helped Angel into the back of the shop, Wesley opened the trunk of Angel's car and removed a heavy set of chains. Spike turned with the still unconscious vampire in his arms and raised one sardonic eyebrow. "We keep them handy for situations like these," Wesley said stiffly.

"Sure, mate. Whatever you say," Spike answered in amusement. Did the git really think he gave a shit why Angel kept chains in the back of his car? If Angel wanted to play bondage fun, it made no difference to Spike as long as the big poofter stayed the hell away from him and his.

Buffy was making sure that Angel was comfortable on the old training room sofa when Wesley and Spike entered and looked in surprise at the chains in Wesley's hands. She glanced at Spike in question, but he merely shrugged and then instructed Wesley where to hook up the chains. By the time the vampire began to come around, she was securely bound to the wall.

After retrieving Giles' First Aid Kit so that Wesley and Spike could attend to the wounded, Buffy returned to Giles' office to call him.

"Angel's pretty hurt, but he'll heal okay," she was telling him. "We're going to need more blood though. Anyway, while we were looking for Angel, Vampire Willow went after Xander to sire him. No, he's okay. We got there just in time. I didn't know that hunk of junk of yours could move so fast. No, Giles, Spike didn't wreck it. Anyway, we're all here, including Vampire Willow. Seems that Angel and Wesley are afraid that we'll mess something up between dimensions if I just dust her so they want us to try and send her home."

Buffy sighed and twirled the cord on the phone as she listened to her Watcher. "I don't know how, Giles. But Willow and Anya did something that brought her here, so they're the ones that need to figure out how to send her back." Yawning hugely, she added, "Look Giles, I'm beat. We're all going to crash here at the Magic Box and guard the vampire. We'll decide what to do in the morning, 'kay? Just bring blood." After a few more words and more assurances that they were all right, Buffy hung up the phone and then picked it up to call her mom. Cordelia wanted to come back to the Magic Box but Buffy told her flat out that everyone was too exhausted to come fetch her. She hung up in the middle of a Cordy rant and called Willow.

Willow agreed to come to the Magic Box first thing in the morning. Buffy returned to the training room to find that Spike had laid the training mats out so they could be used as pallets. Buffy handed Angel a mug of blood she had brought with her from the tiny kitchen area and insisted that Angel remain on the couch while the others prepared to sleep on the floor. Spike took first watch since it was too early for the vampire to consider sleep. Within minutes everyone, including the injured Angel, was sound asleep.

Willow stared at him for a while. "Why are you helping these humans? You're not tainted like that one," she said, nodding her head in Angel's direction. "You should let me go. Come with me." Lowering her head and then looking at him through coquettish eyes, she murmured, "We could make this town scream. Make the gutters run red with blood."

Spike looked at her with dispassionate eyes. "Tempting, but no. Don't think my lady would approve."

Willow's head snapped up and her eyes blazed with fury, "Your lady? She's the fucking Slayer. Don't you know we kill Slayers?"

"Yeah, well, I have. But not this one. And I'll kill anyone that tries to hurt her."

Willow narrowed her eyes, "You've killed a Slayer?"

"Two."

"Then why are you this one's lapdog?"



"Not her lapdog, her lover."

"That's disgusting."

"Piece of advice, pet. It's them two want to send you home. The Slayer and I would just as soon see you dust. Keepin' your cake hole shut would be a good idea right about now."

Willow looked into his cold, clear, deadly eyes and shut up.