Willow couldn't sleep. In truth, she hadn't been able to sleep for days, not since Buffy had disappeared.

There wasn't any real question about what had happened to her, not with Angelus on the loose. It tore Willow up inside to think of Buffy at the hands of that monster, and what he must've already done to her while they'd been unable to track him down.

The old factory was in ruins, destroyed in Giles's attempt to get revenge for the death of his beloved Jenny Calendar. Willow had no doubt Angelus had escaped the blaze, and had since taken Buffy, but there hadn't been any sign of either of them.

Buffy—her best friend—was gone. Willow couldn't help but feel that she had somehow failed her.

A strange noise outside of her room made Willow bolt upright in the bed, and she reached under her pillow to grab the large wooden cross she kept under there just in case. She feared the day she had to try to explain to Ira and Sheila Rosenberg why their only daughter slept with a cross, but with everything that was going on, she felt safer with it.

Another noise, this time a definite knock at the French doors across from her. Tentatively, she crept from the bed and to the doors, gasping as she pulled the curtains back and saw a terrified Buffy standing outside.

Immediately, she dropped the cross to the floor and opened the door. "Buffy! You're alive! I thought for sure Angelus had killed you!" Willow exclaimed, tears in her eyes.

Buffy shook her head, her arms wrapped tightly around her body. "He…he wanted to break me first. Oh, Wills, the things he did to me!" Buffy glanced over her shoulder, as if in panic. "I snuck out the first chance I could, but I think he's following me. You have to let me in, Willow. Please."

Willow opened her mouth, the words almost coming. But then, she froze. Something was…off. She was still standing inside of her room, yet the door was wide open. If Angelus was chasing her, why hadn't Buffy already run inside?

She didn't want to give into the nagging worry in the pit of her stomach, but Willow knew she had to at least entertain the thought. If she was wrong—and god did she wish she was—then Buffy would understand.

If she wasn't… Well, she didn't want to think about that because she had to be wrong.

Willow took a few steps back into the house. "Um, just a moment, Buffy."

"Willow, please, hurry! He could be here any second!"

As quickly as she could, Willow snatched the large cross back off the ground and brandished it at Buffy. Horror filled her as she got the response she'd dreaded.

Buffy hissed, her face shifting to its demon form as she stumbled backwards, away from the cross. "Bitch," she snarled at Willow.

The sight of her friend as a vampire was almost more than Willow could take, and she closed her door shut before stumbling back to the room. She fell to the ground, clutching the cross to her chest as she began to sob, rocking back and forth on the floor.

All hope was lost now.

Buffy was dead…

*** *** ***

"She wouldn't let me in," Buffy said with a pout, kicking a small rock at her foot. "Stupid Willow."

"There, there, Buffy," Angelus said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "How about we burn the house down? Would that make you feel better?"

Buffy shook her head, her pout firmly in place. "No. I wanted to eat."

"Baby, you've already had Xander and that homeless guy. Just because you're undead doesn't mean you can't get fat."

"But I want to eat someone else. I got my fangs all in the mood for high school girl, and then she wouldn't invite me in." Buffy turned her gaze up to Angelus and batted her eyelashes. "Take me to the Bronze?"

Angelus sighed. "Fine. But only because I'm in the mood for that, too."

Buffy squealed in delight, bouncing slightly. "Yay! Let's go now." She tugged on his arm until he started walking.

A grin spread across her face as she realized how easy it was to manipulate her sire. Just a little more blood, and she'd have enough to take home to Spike…

*** *** ***

Spike woke to the feel of Buffy lapping at his neck. He moaned, his arm coming up instinctively to wrap around her waist.

"I brought you dinner," Buffy told him as she nipped gently at his jugular with blunt teeth.

He didn't hesitate this time as Buffy pulled him up to a sitting position and directed his fangs to her neck. Already, the blood she'd given him the night before was having an effect, and he'd been able to maneuver himself from the wheelchair to the bed, albeit with some struggle.

Buffy moaned and bucked in his lap, and for the first time in what had seemed like an eternity to Spike, his cock twitched. He groaned in pleasure as he continued to drink, her borrowed blood filling him with new strength.

When he'd taken enough for the night, Spike pulled away and lapped at Buffy's neck. "Fuck, you taste sweet, pet," he murmured against her skin.

Buffy giggled. "I bet you do, too."

He smirked. "Well, I've never had any complaints, but doesn't it defeat the purpose of feeding me if you go and take it right back?"

"I didn't mean that," Buffy replied, shaking her head. She slid down so she was kneeling between his legs, her hands at the buttons of his jeans. "I meant this…"

Spike groaned as she opened his fly and pulled his cock out into her hands. "Buffy…Angelus wouldn't…"

"I don't care about Angelus," she said, the name of her sire tinged with disgust, before her tongue darted out and licked the head of his cock.

"You should, pet," Spike said, even as he thrust his hips up as best he could. "You're just a fledge, and I'm in no position to protect you."

"Would you, if you could?"

Her question helped clear the lust-fog from his mind. "Would I what, Buffy?"

"Protect me," she clarified, her eyes wide, alluring. "From Angelus…"

Before Spike could answer, she lapped at his cock again, this time adding a quick bite to the tip. Spike moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, pet…yeah…"

"So you'd protect me from him if I needed you to?" she asked again, then licked the shaft.

"Yes. Anything…anything you needed…" Spike said, the pleasure of her mouth on him intense after being denied sexual stimulation for so long.

"Looks like little Spikey's got his strength back," Buffy teased with another lick.

Spike looked down at her, one eyebrow arched. "Not so little, Slayer."

Buffy giggled. "Nope. Not little at all. Wonder how much I can fit in my mouth." She slid down, her eyes widening as she realized the answer to that question. She pulled back up, grinning. "Okay, I'm totally loving this no breathing thing."

Spike grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down. "Yeah, me, too. Now stop talking and suck it."

Buffy met his eyes as she rolled hers, but she didn't pull up. Instead, she sucked him with everything she had, keeping his long shaft fully down her throat as she swallowed around him.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Spike moaned, shivering as he felt Buffy's teeth clamp down near the base of his cock. He fisted his hands in her long, blonde hair and began moving her head up and down, fucking her mouth.

In life, Buffy didn't think she ever could've enjoyed something like this—even if it wasn't with Spike. But now, in this time, in this place, she was loving it. All she had to do was move her tongue a bit, and Spike was completely and totally hers.

It really put the world in perspective.

"That's it, Slayer. Swallow my cock," Spike sneered, his hands tightening in her hair. "Swallow it all."

Buffy happily complied.

When Spike came in her mouth, it was hard and fast, but she swallowed every drop, determined to see it through to the end. Finally, Spike slumped back, spent.

Buffy climbed up his body, feeling the vibrations of a low purr in his chest. "Just as tasty as I thought," she told him with a lap to his neck.

Spike couldn't do much more than pant, his body still trembling from his orgasm. This was the woman Angelus had added to his bed?

He hated the wanker even more…

"I really, really don't want to leave you," Buffy said, pouting as she sat up. "But I don't want Angelus to get all cranky. He says I have to sleep in there with him 'cause I'm his. But can I tell you a secret?"

"What's that, pet?"

Buffy leaned down, her lips against his ear as she whispered, "I don't want to be his. I want to be yours."

Then, she was up and gone, leaving Spike gaping.

*** *** ***

Angelus was waiting for her when Buffy came back to his room. He sat up in the massive four-poster bed, his arms crossed over his bare chest. Drusilla slept beside him, oblivious to what went on around her.

"And where have you been?" Angelus asked, his eyebrow cocked.

Buffy met his eyes defiantly. "Playing with Spike," she answered.

In a blink, Angelus was up, his hand wound tightly in her hair. "Did I say you could play with Spike?"

"It was just a little bit," Buffy said, giving Angelus her best wide eyes. "I can make it up to you."

"You better," Angelus said with a growl. He threw her to the ground. "On all fours, bitch."

Buffy did as he said, her eyes rolling as soon as Angelus was behind her.

She hoped Spike regained his strength soon.

*** *** ***

Willow hadn't moved from her spot on the floor by the time the sun began to rise. She's stopped crying, stopped rocking, hours ago—now she was simply staring at the wall.

The possibility of Buffy dying had always been in her mind—especially after what had happened with the Master—but Willow had still managed to hold on to the thought that Buffy was somehow invincible. The blonde Slayer had been though so much; she'd even managed to cheat death. So how could this have happened?

Willow couldn't help but wonder if this was all her fault. Buffy had gone out on patrol alone the night she'd been captured. Would it have made a difference if Willow had just forgotten about doing one last study session for a test she was already more than prepared for and insisted she go with Buffy, or would she be dead now, too? Had she let Buffy down by not being able to find her after she'd disappeared? Had she not searched hard enough, too afraid of what she might have to face to give her friend the help she needed?

She supposed it didn't really matter now. Buffy was gone. She was like Jesse had been, just a demon who had taken over the body of her friend. The part of her who had really been Buffy—her soul—had left the moment she'd died.

Giles had driven that fact about vampires home so many times now, Willow knew it was as good as gospel.

Giles… As much as she was loathed to do it, Willow knew she had to get up now. She needed to go to school so she could give him the news. She shivered at the thought, not knowing how she was going to break it to the Watcher. Willow knew he'd loved Buffy as if she were his own daughter, and now this so close to Jenny's death…

It would be enough to possibly break him, she knew.

Still, it had to be done.

With resolve she hadn't known she possessed, Willow pulled herself to her feet, determined that she could face this day.

And whatever came after it…

*** *** ***

A lot of people have been saying they're confused because they don't know what Buffy's up to with Angelus. You're not confused—you've only read a couple of chapters. I haven't given you all the details yet on purpose. It wouldn't be much of a story if I just told you everything that was going to happen right off the bat. Just sit tight, and you'll see where I'm going with this soon enough.

As for Buffy being evil—yes, she is. No, she does NOT have a soul. If you can't handle an evil Buffy, this isn't the fic for you. There's so many stories where she retains her soul when she's turned, and I wanted to do something different in this one. So, evil soulless Buffy here. If you don't like that, then you can stop reading. I won't be offended—I know people have things they like and things they don't, and I'm okay with that. What I do ask is that if you have issues with evil Buffy, but you continue to read anyway, that you don't complain about her evilness. This is what the story is, and I've been very upfront about it being dark and angsty.